
Johnny Cage Soulja Boy
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[Intro]
Damn, these niggas broke as a motherfucka, bro, what the fuck goin' on, bro?
I'm not on enough, gettin' money 'round, this motherfucka wet
What you lookin' at, nigga? Head shot, face shot
[Chorus]
Uh, uh, bust down everything
Two chains on me, nigga, I let it bang
I ain't check the shit, I'm walkin' the door, strap, must not know my name
Two pistols on my hip like I'm Max Payne
On the save, VVS my chain, I'm SOD Money Gang
Bust down Cartier came from Johnny Dang
Air out on the freeway, double R, nigga, it not a thang
Two thousand cash for these buffets, dark frames like Johnny Cage
[Verse 1]
Hunnid fifty thou' cash in the save, fuckin' America Express
Head shot, face shot, gang nigga reachin' for my nеck
It's a water, water wet, Audеmars Piguet and a new Patek
I jumped off the porch and I jumped on a jet
Jump, jump, jumped on a jet
Uh, uh, niggas mad, get here with the TEC
Uh, seven-six-two, two-two-three, bullets hit the hardest
On this private jet, big Boeing, I went to the forest
Bust down, bust down, bust down my Rollie
Double R, double R, he actin' like he know me
Big stick on me, air knock down your big homie
F&N on the backseat, who gon' pick on me?
Uh, uh, uh, uh, I'm a dumb mind
Nigga get DP, jump like the lunch line
Bling, bling, blaow, lookin' at the water on my neck like wow
F&N spray the crowd, nigga, on gang
Damn, these niggas broke as a motherfucka, bro, what the fuck goin' on, bro?
I'm not on enough, gettin' money 'round, this motherfucka wet
What you lookin' at, nigga? Head shot, face shot
[Chorus]
Uh, uh, bust down everything
Two chains on me, nigga, I let it bang
I ain't check the shit, I'm walkin' the door, strap, must not know my name
Two pistols on my hip like I'm Max Payne
On the save, VVS my chain, I'm SOD Money Gang
Bust down Cartier came from Johnny Dang
Air out on the freeway, double R, nigga, it not a thang
Two thousand cash for these buffets, dark frames like Johnny Cage
[Verse 1]
Hunnid fifty thou' cash in the save, fuckin' America Express
Head shot, face shot, gang nigga reachin' for my nеck
It's a water, water wet, Audеmars Piguet and a new Patek
I jumped off the porch and I jumped on a jet
Jump, jump, jumped on a jet
Uh, uh, niggas mad, get here with the TEC
Uh, seven-six-two, two-two-three, bullets hit the hardest
On this private jet, big Boeing, I went to the forest
Bust down, bust down, bust down my Rollie
Double R, double R, he actin' like he know me
Big stick on me, air knock down your big homie
F&N on the backseat, who gon' pick on me?
Uh, uh, uh, uh, I'm a dumb mind
Nigga get DP, jump like the lunch line
Bling, bling, blaow, lookin' at the water on my neck like wow
F&N spray the crowd, nigga, on gang
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