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miami beach - soufside dre lyrics

[intro]
(speed on it, skrrt)
yeah, ha, krashhh
ha, these p*ssies can not jab on me, so they internet jab on me
ha, lets go, lets go
d*mn, d*mn, d*mn
lets go

[chorus]
these p*ssies can not jab on me so they internet jab on me
and i got too much swag on me
i’m drippy dre, he swaggy p
can’t forget about swaggy speed
i’m doing too many things like i’m master p
if you run up on krashhh, then it’s tragedy
yeah it’s tragic for you, i ain’t talking me
smoke that grabba leaf
then i walk the beat
shawty ride on feet
cut that b*tch off, i don’t motherf*ckin’ keep
shake my dreads on the stage like i’m chiеf keef
not a boxer but she got a mouthpiecе
n*gga, you stupid as f*ck if you doubt me
d*mn, you bummy and sh*t with them brown t**th
treat this music like b*tches, i pound beats
and they mad at they life so they down me
i ain’t trippin’ and sh*t, they b*tches know me
i can burn out the whip like i’m brodie
yeah, kooly do stocks like he kobe
when i’m doing this sh*t, gotta shout out the brodies
gotta shout out the gang
naando in lab, and he goin’ insane
cause steady bucking, can’t even say name, on gang
2017, 2016, 2015, in the pcb
going all in for my f*ckin’ family tree
f*ck the police, man man, get yo’ hands off me
doing this sh*t, got this sh*t down to the t
get the pack in then i get it out, repeat
too much d*mn money, it’s never counting me
switch up the voice then a n*gga go deep
[chorus]
these p*ssies can not jab on me so they internet jab on me
and i got too much swag on me
i’m drippy dre, he swaggy p
can’t forget about swaggy speed
i’m doing too many things like i’m master p
if you run up on krashhh, then it’s tragedy
yeah it’s tragic for you, i ain’t talking me
smoke that grabba leaf
then i walk the beat
shawty ride on feet
cut that b*tch off, i don’t motherf*ckin’ keep
shake my dreads on the stage like i’m chief keef
not a boxer but she got a mouthpiece
n*gga, you stupid as f*ck if you doubt me
d*mn, you bummy and sh*t with them brown t**th
treat this music like b*tches, i pound beats
and they mad at they life so they down me
i ain’t trippin’ and sh*t, they b*tches know me
i can burn out the whip like i’m brodie
yeah, kooly do stocks like he kobe
when i’m doing this sh*t, gotta shout out the brodies
gotta shout out the gang
naando in lab, and he goin’ insane
cause steady bucking, can’t even say name, on gang
2017, 2016, 2015, in the pcb
going all in for my f*ckin’ family tree
f*ck the police, man man, get yo’ hands off me
doing this sh*t, got this sh*t down to the t
get the pack in then i get it out, repeat
too much d*mn money, it’s never counting me
switch up the voice then a n*gga go deep
[outro]
yeah, too much d*mn money, i’m never not counting green
too much d*mn mone, it’s never just counting me
too much d*mn money, so never just count me out
f*ck on that b*tch, then i take her to waffle house, yeah

- soufside dre lyrics

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