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mayne please - soup flame lyrics

lil mama hit my phone, told her hit me right back
i was out on the block, dead*dead pres. stack
different side of the city, then i head right back
lil mama no hands, throw the head right back
counting up them bandz in an all white ‘lac
threw all of my money, got it all right back
and you know it came with a lil something on top
then i use that lil sum’ for my next drop*drop
[?] out of everything i got
that was 2 years ago, now i’m working with a lot
got a few nice whips and a nice lil spot
a couple hunnit glitz, i don’t ever even rock
you ain’t f*cking with me
lil homie, i’m a g
and i been slangin’ l!cks since 1993
i’m a hustla’ mothaf*cka, man you can ask my momma
i ain’t looking for no drama
but them k!llas is some monstas
bustin’ like [?]

(mayne plеase)
(lord, please)
(plеase mayne)

you ain’t f*cking with me
you ain’t f*cking with me
you ain’t f*cking with me
you ain’t f*cking with me, mayne
if i break ’em all down, i can make mo’ money
but i like to sell ’em whole cuz it’s less work for me
living like a king, but i miss the purple lean
i’m at eddie vs, i don’t want no burger king
i ain’t finna play, i ride with my semi wit’ me
coldest esse this side of the mississippi
i ain’t graduate, but i stay out the penitentiary
no record label, i made it while independent
catalog long, they ain’t f*cking with the lucksta’
did it on my own, boy you looking at a hustla’
told ’em catch up, quit dippin’ in the mustard
open up my mouth, see bagguetes and cl*sters
vs and sns, i’m blessed
h*town 7*1*tres on my chest
couldn’t die broke, had to get up off the wall
took a chance, shot the dice, i’mma ball

(mayne please)
(lord, please)
(please mayne)

you ain’t f*cking with me
you ain’t f*cking with me
you ain’t f*cking with me
you ain’t f*cking with me, mayne
(you know you ain’t f*cking with)
you know you ain’t f*cking with
you know you ain’t f*cking with me
i’m a real deal p.i.m.p
ro*rocks with the ice, jewelry on freeze
from the west side of texas, baby
home of the [?]
love the*love the feeling when i’m crackin’ a seal
so much money, look like i got a deal
boy, i’m headed to the top, no chill
said i’m headed to the top, no chill
man, i’m on
i can put you on
spend a lil [?] lil home and it’s on
gotta spent a lil something if you trynna do something
if it ain’t about the ks, then you ain’t talking nothing
got ’em watching what i do
from the streets to the booth
[?]
leaving dust on you
cuz i’m gone with the wind
gettin’ racks with the pen
maxing til the end
boy, i’m outta my head mixing lean with the gin

i’m crackin’ the cell for my state
you know what it is with a cup full of drank
i screwed up my soda, my ice gettin’ colda’
that chain around my neck, mayne it’s thick as a cobra
i’m crackin’ the cell for my state
you know what it is with a cup full of drank
i screwed up my soda, my ice gettin’ colda’
that chain around my neck, mayne it’s thick as a cobra (thick as a)
(b*tch, it’s as thick as a)
b*tch, it’s as thick as a cobra
gettin’ it on
b*tch, i’m strong
with the mothaf*ckin’ hustle
b*tch, i’m still strong
gettin’ it on
i ain’t ever trip
going off the head, k!lla sh*t, it ain’t no trip
b*tch, i’m gettin’ chips, flippin’ bricks, really am about the money
n*gga hatin’ on me cuz i ain’t no dummy
mayne, i’m on

- soup flame lyrics

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