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sour kidd - soldier kidd lyrics

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[intro]
brrt
ayy, ayy (sour k on the beat)
ayy, ayy, lil’ soldier on the beat (come on)
gang, gang, ayy, i caught him lackin’ with that heat

[verse]
ain’t none of you n-ggas me, and i ain’t none of you
all my n-ggas throwin’ threes, and we the sh-t, talk it too
n-gga what the f-ck you need? who the f-ck you talkin’ to?
all these n-ggas out here green, ’til it’s time to get the blues
she givin’ brain like my teach’, but she never tell the truth
i don’t practice, i just preach, n-ggas know i got the juice
i just clap it, poppin’ beans, droppin’ xannies in my juice
we was snappin’ in these streets before we ever hit the booth, come on
ain’t no deuce-deuce, this a stick with a flute, come on
ain’t no suwoo, leave him bleedin’, noodle soup
i just pulled up to my school, with my backpack and my tool
man, lil’ shawty dropped the woo, p-ssy lookin’ like a pool
go to bustin’ out that mac, i’ll pull up on a fool
we was hustling dimebags before they thought that sh-t was cool
mama would put it on my -ss, cause i never followed rules, uh
ain’t no rap cat, don’t get whacked tryna be cool, uh
i say, my gang, my way
any place, sour k bring the k
i don’t throw shade, hit the club, make it rain
this ain’t burger king, you can’t have it your way
i’m from h-ll-ray, bring that pressure where you stay
got a tec, don’t get blatt, by the motherf-ckin’ gang
i’m ask triple x what you motherf-ckin’ slang
i done turned up to your ex, ’cause she tryna be my bae
now she slidin’ cadillac with her f-ckin’ seat back
uh, uh, this a foreign, put your f-ckin’ feet back
all these n-ggas out here boring, give my f-ckin’ beat back
i done pulled up on that boy, where the f-ck his heat at?
hit your street, i’m a demon, shawty tryna steal my s-m-n
where was you when i was creepin’? i’m too hot, might be a fever
n-ggas sweet, like justin bieber, baby eat, ain’t you an eater?
it ain’t right unless i beat her, f-ck your stripes, this ain’t adidas
how i strike like derek jeter, crackers f-ck you for anita
soldier slidin’ like a beetle, bring that fire, just like fila
got a nine millimeter, bullets fly, beanie sigel, come on
talkin’ desert eagle, walk like god, but thinkin’ evil
bust a shot and we get equal
bend your block, that’s a sequel
’cause we bendin’ it and again, and again, and again
i had just told my mama i don’t really need no friends
promise god i’ma come up, he forgive me for my sins, gang

[outro]
gang, gang, gang
ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang
it’s lil’ soldier on the beat, c’mon
it’s lil’ soldier with that heat
(down, brrt)

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