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different person - luh soldier lyrics

[intro: big yavo]
(hey get in here, teejmadeit)
i’m geeked
put me on record, i’m geeked
(mom, teej is on the computer again)

[chorus: big yavo]
boy, say, that ‘za turn me to a whole other person (d*mn)
stop calling my phone, sh*t urk me (sh*t urk me)
tell a freaky b*tch suck on the d*ck like a slurpee (ugh)
b*tch, i’m not buying you sh*t, you not worth it (uh*uh)
tell a b*tch you not worth, not nada (nothin’)
n*ggas be hating, so i bought prada shoes (prada)
ayy, she give me brain like a scholar do (do it), and if you ain’t gon’ roll, can’t rock wit’ you (nuh*uh)
[verse 1: big yavo]
ayy, don’t think i’ma l!ck (no, sir)
that’s my money and i need it now j.g wentworth (woah)
after that we gon’ f*ck, baby, i need that neck first (come here)
if you foul, i’ll step back and show you how this tec work (brrt)
got this switch from a mexican, we ridin’ ’round with hecklers (yeah)
cook me some a, pour up syrup for my breakfast
ayy, knife on the choppa, i name that ho edward (chill, mane)
run up on the right one, sh*t gon’ go leftward (it’s left)
say, i do this sh*t with no effort (no)
we electric, sliding in a tesla (skrrt*skrrt, boom)
you think that’s yo’ b*tch, my n*ggas a test her (ayy, come here)
better put that sh*t on, no need no a dresser (no)
got this off the shelf, not a dresser (not a dresser)
got the stock on the side like a pretzel (fumbled it)
and i’m havin’ this cheese like i’m cool with chester (i’m cool)
i’m posted up on the block slamming p’s like drexler (gang)
say, yo’ b*tch know i’m dope like a kilo (a kilo)
ridin’ ’round with green like i’m riding ’round wit c low’s (dang, dang)
lot of n*ggas be cap, but not me though (it’s not me)
i’ma score, put me in the game, i’m a cheat code (cheat code)
my b*tch a boss, i can’t f*ck with no cheap ho (i say, “let’s go”)
i’m in my bag like i’m eating some doritos (let’s go)
trench baby, came from ramen and hot sauce (ramen)
my n*gga, he slimy, he’ll cross you like hot sauce (he’ll cross you)
ain’t got pay ’em, get off and he clocked out (clocked out)
say, watch how you driving ’cause i heard the narcs out (narcs out)
camp anywhere, i might start up a boy scout’s
so many h*llcats, driveway like a horse house (horse house)
d*mn, i’m tired of goin’ in the courthouse (courthouse)
i’m havin’ plays, to make, i got more routes
don’t bump me in the club, lil’ b*tch, just go round
he ran up on the gang, now tell ’em to go found
pull up in a phantom, do that make me a ghostwriter? (yeah)
i had paper in school, it could fill up ’bout four binders
i’m just high off the drugs, tell lil’ baby, “don’t mind me”
got this fire on my self, really don’t need a cosigning (gang)
[chorus: big yavo]
boy, say, that ‘za turn me to a whole other person
stop calling my phone, sh*t urk me (yeah)
tell a freaky b*tch suck on the d*ck like a slurpee
b*tch, i’m not buying you sh*t, you not worth it (uh*uh)
tell a b*tch you not worth, not nada (not nada)
n*ggas be hating, so i bought prada shoes
ayy, she give me brain like a scholar do, and if you ain’t gon’ roll, can’t rock wit’ you

[verse 2: luh soldier]
gotta thank god ’cause my sack up
lord knows i done prayed for these racks, bruh
real thorough, n*gga, i don’t gotta act tuff
shawty bad as h*ll, she got sn*tched up
life go up and down, n*gga, stick around
tryna stick around, i keep a stick around
if you want it, then don’t bring ya b*tch around
ayy, jump on the route, break it down just like julio
she wanna f*ck on the mob, she a groupie ho
boy shoot that stick, get to dancing, get groovy, woah
whole team wit’ a mill’, what we shooting for?
if you don’t got a shot, what you shooting for? (p*ssy ass)
i’ma stand up n*gga and i stand on business, so what?
and we fresh out the trenches
coming from nothin’, we hustled relentlessly
you wasn’t talking profit, is you kidding me?
first off, let me thank my god (my god)
grab my rod (grab my rod), start my day (start my day)
lord watch my path ’cause no matter how far i am (how far i am)
i hear my momma when she pray
[chorus: big yavo]
boy, say, that ‘za turn me to a whole other person (ayy, gang)
stop calling my phone, sh*t urk me (yeah*yeah)
tell a freaky b*tch suck on the d*ck like a slurpee
b*tch, i’m not buying you sh*t, you not worth it (worth it, uh*uh)
tell a b*tch you not worth, not nada
n*ggas be hating, so i bought prada shoes (yeah)
ayy, she give me brain like a scholar do (yah), and if you ain’t gon’ roll, can’t rock wit’ you

[outro: luh soldier]
ayy, if you ain’t gon’ roll, can’ rock with you
and if you ain’t gang, can’t slap the fool

- luh soldier lyrics

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