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Soulja Slim - My Jacket lyrics
You know how I'm coming (uh huh) You know exactly how I'm coming (I'm telling you) It don't stop Shit don't stop [Chorus: repeat 2X] My jacket consist of Batteries on robberies, pistol charges, and murder I know I'm the realest nigga ya heard of besides Pac Got niggaz screaming Soulja from the street to the cell block [Verse 1] You bitchu Soulja Slim and his committy is coming to getchu My mag 90 bullets hitchu and splitchu In half, let a bitch boy stab Won't last up against these mother fuckers that use to taking blood baths I been smoking blounts with the devil thats why my eyes are red as the fuck Now tell me do I look like the type that will be scared to bust? Well guess what? I'm screaming out murder me and I'm vest up Chest up Test nuts Watch up while I fletch ya You bitch made and I'm self made Magnolia calia mag made I get through like a scale blade And Kunta Kente your left leg I play surgeon and I'll be slpurgen In anonymous nasty big bourbons Don't stunt dog Whatever I say I'll come withcha I'll come dog I'ma get mine for the two G's Take it for I say please I fuck with twirkers not the twirkees Put it long will give a nigga the herpes So I stay back, I mean way, y'all didn't notice how I say that? Well mother fuck y'all hated waving on three G's laid back [Chorus] [Verse 2] As one time we was clicc tight What the fuck going on? I just come home my shit aint going right Everybody branching off doing they thang Some of 'em in the studio and some of 'em they slang Thats how it go I know this rap shit aint gone last forever So I stash cheddar for hard times flipping to |
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