Soft lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross & Juelz Santana]
They say I’m comin’ too hard, huh? (Chea-heh)
I say these n*ggas comin’ too soft (yeah)
All them n*ggas soft (yeah)
n*ggas over there are soft (whoooo)
I sold that brick soft (HUH), this YSL, so soft (HUH)
My girl ass so soft (HUH), these Louis shoes so soft (HUH)
You ho n*ggas so soft (HUH), my AK for assaults (HUH)
I’m sippin’ this sauce, my di*k won’t stay soft
My car seats so soft, these Heat Tags say “boss”
You ho n*ggas so soft, you ho n*ggas so soft

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
Soft, haha, whoooo...
My car seats so soft (soft), your army so soft (soft)
Real n*gga and she like me ‘cause I make sure she get off
These n*ggas claimin’ they winnin’ but when I’m around they lost (lost)
I’m in a new car, four door (yep), double R, logo (yep)
Big rims, no spokes, small tires, low-pro (ahhh)
You pussies know that I’m no joke (uh-uh), how you want it? 4-O? (uh)
Four four for cinco, no ocho, just BLOW-BLOW~!!
Still duckin’ the po-po, I make her come back like a yo-yo
I’m like Ice-T with that white girl, still gettin’ money off Coco (haha)
Still flyer than all y’all, sh*t tell me somethin’ I don’t know
Got a bad b*tch bouncin’ on my stick like a pogo, screamin’ YOLO
My diamonds be shinin’, like a snow cone, I’m so froze
Far as that dough goes I’m Russell Simmons, you JoJo
My type get real cash, your type get killed fast
Y’all n*ggas like soft booty - Get it? Real ass
You ho n*ggas so soft, why don’t you hoe n*ggas get lost?
I’ll pay to see you gone, how much you hoe n*ggas gon’ cost?
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I sold that brick soft (HUH), this YSL, so soft (HUH)
My girl ass so soft (HUH), these Louis shoes so soft (HUH)
You ho n*ggas so soft (HUH), my AK for assaults (HUH)
I’m sippin’ this sauce, my di*k won’t stay soft
My car seats so soft, these Heat Tags say “boss”
You ho n*ggas so soft, you ho n*ggas so soft
I sold that brick soft (HUH), this YSL, so soft (HUH)
My girl ass so soft (HUH), these Louis shoes so soft (HUH)
You ho n*ggas so soft (HUH), my AK for assaults (HUH)
I’m sippin’ this sauce, my di*k won’t stay soft
My car seats so soft, these Heat Tags say “boss”
You ho n*ggas so soft, you ho n*ggas so soft
I sold that brick soft (HUH), this YSL, so soft (HUH)
My girl ass so soft (HUH), these Louis shoes so soft (HUH)
You ho n*ggas so soft (HUH), my AK for assaults (HUH)
I’m sippin’ this sauce, my di*k won’t stay soft
My car seats so soft, these Heat Tags say “boss”
You ho n*ggas so soft, you ho n*ggas so soft

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Man, you ho n*ggas so soft..
Right back in the hood, fresh off tour, jumpin’ out that new four-door
Bust down, AP Offshore, all this stuntin’ ain’t called for
None of these b*tches ain’t all yours (nah), none of these n*ggas hardcore (nah)
Young fly n*gga, I’m fresh, man; bad b*tch with me at sophomore
My Rolex is like Mayweather’s, I make it rain like Mayweather
Ask them hoes at KOD - I don’t throw paper, I spray cheddar
Your whip mean? Mine way better, chicks they greet and love me
Up in the corner and hug me, go all these hoes tryin’ to f*ck me
Cause that leather handle so soft (soft), all I know is go hard (hard)
High as f*ck, I’m on Mars; my pockets on black card
Cause it ain’t no limit (ain’t no limit) to the sh*t I’m spendin’ (sh*t I’m spendin’)
It’s double-M-G (double-M-G), yeah n*gga, we winnin' - HAH~!
[Chorus: Rick Ross]I sold that brick soft (HUH), this YSL, so soft (HUH)
My girl ass so soft (HUH), these Louis shoes so soft (HUH)
You ho n*ggas so soft (HUH), my AK for assaults (HUH)
I’m sippin’ this sauce, my di*k won’t stay soft
My car seats so soft, these Heat Tags say “boss”
You ho n*ggas so soft, you ho n*ggas so soft

[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Yeah, yeah, nice...
I’m in the hood with that white thing - Mister Softee
Tell them kids don’t run up - got it on me, now get ‘em off me
Get ‘em off me, get ‘em off me, before I make it hot like coffee
Just seen ‘em put a hole-in-one and I ain’t gon’ let ‘em golf me
Got a O-Z of that loudmouth (yeah), my smoke never speak softly (uh)
Ride on that di*k flow, my b*tch never go off-beat (whoo)
Only time that I’m off feet, known to stand on my own two
If you ‘round me, you gotta go hard - soft n*ggas I don’t do
These n*ggas ain’t family; if you was, I would’ve disowned you
And f*cked b*tches that won’t do (yeah), call a b*tch who want to (yeah)
Gotta feel me, my texture (feel me), these dumb b*tches too extra (feel me)
I just kicked this b*tch up off the bus, had to “next” her (feel me)
I’m too strong in these streets, boy, please don’t make me flex up
You know nothin’ ‘bout this, I do this, I’m a expert
VVs go off, like the TVs in my loft
That’s HD on my HT, these ho n*ggas so soft…