Soldier (Radio Edit) Destiny's Child (Ft. Lil Wayne & T.I.)
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[Verse 1: T.I & Beyoncé]
Hey! (I want a soldier)
Well, you got it, I'm the hottest around
They’ll know it when they see you rollin' Impalas around
(I got a soldier)
Wit' the top down, feelin’ the sounds
Quakin' and vibratin', your thighs ridin' harder than guys
Wit' the chrome wheels at the bottom, white leather inside
When them lames be spittin' at you, tell 'em "don't even try it"
To shoot it with ’Chelle, and kick it with Kelly, or holla at B
Ya gotta be Gs, you way outta your league
Please!
[Verse 2: Kelly]
We like them boys that be in them ’lacs leanin' (Leanin’)
Open their mouth, their grill gleamin' (Gleamin')
Candy paint, keep that whip clean and (Clean and)
They always be talkin' that country slang we like
They keep that beat that be in the back beatin’ (Beatin')
Eyes be so low from that..., yeah
I love how he keep my body screamin' (Screamin')
A rude boy that's good to me, wit' street credibility
[Chorus: Destiny's Child]
If his status ain't hood
I ain't checkin' for him
Better be street if he lookin' at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Known to carry big things
If you know what I mean
If his status ain't hood
I ain't checkin' for him
Better be street if he lookin' at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Gotta know to get dough
And he better be street
Hey! (I want a soldier)
Well, you got it, I'm the hottest around
They’ll know it when they see you rollin' Impalas around
(I got a soldier)
Wit' the top down, feelin’ the sounds
Quakin' and vibratin', your thighs ridin' harder than guys
Wit' the chrome wheels at the bottom, white leather inside
When them lames be spittin' at you, tell 'em "don't even try it"
To shoot it with ’Chelle, and kick it with Kelly, or holla at B
Ya gotta be Gs, you way outta your league
Please!
[Verse 2: Kelly]
We like them boys that be in them ’lacs leanin' (Leanin’)
Open their mouth, their grill gleamin' (Gleamin')
Candy paint, keep that whip clean and (Clean and)
They always be talkin' that country slang we like
They keep that beat that be in the back beatin’ (Beatin')
Eyes be so low from that..., yeah
I love how he keep my body screamin' (Screamin')
A rude boy that's good to me, wit' street credibility
[Chorus: Destiny's Child]
If his status ain't hood
I ain't checkin' for him
Better be street if he lookin' at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Known to carry big things
If you know what I mean
If his status ain't hood
I ain't checkin' for him
Better be street if he lookin' at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Gotta know to get dough
And he better be street
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