Or Nah (German Version) lyrics

by

Soulja Boy


[Produced by Dre]

[Intro: Too $hort]
Don't fight the feelin'
That's right, don't fight the feelin'

[Interlude: Game]
Say, my life is like a movie, n*gga, f*ckin' every day
f*ckin' every day, n*gga, f*ckin' every day
Say, my life is like a movie, n*gga, f*ckin' every day
Missionary, doggy style, n*gga, f*ckin' every way, go

[Verse 1: Game]
I'm not the n*gga you thought that
That trickin', we off that, I hit that, no callback
She ratchet, I like it, I hold it, she bite it
She lick it and suck it, I f*ck it, he wife it
No feelings for a ho that ain't my main thing
My n*ggas on the same thing, all my n*ggas gang bang
b*tches do choke, this is my boo
Two C's on that bag but she throw a Piru
And we off that Cîroc, she don't mind if I do
Her girlfriend a thot, tell her hop in my coupé
Tell her hop in my bed, tell her hop off my roof
My baby-mama trippin' and that b*tch can shoot but
[Hook: Game]
You gon' let me hit or nah?
("Can I get the di*k or nah?")
You gon' let me watch you strip or nah?
("Can a b*tch get a fit or nah?")

[Bridge: Eric Bellinger]
Girl, once you get it, you got it forever
Oh, nah, so let me hit it
Girl, once you get it, you got it forever
Oh, girl, so let me hit it

[Verse 2: Eric Bellinger]
If you let a n*gga come through
I'm give it to you better than you ever had it
Girl, I promise, I'm a be the only thing you want to do
Makin' you forgot about your n*ggas automatic, you already know
I can f*ck you better, can we live together?

[Verse 3: Problem]
b*tch a problem, b*tch, you better follow me
I give you this di*k, you hit the lottery
I know all the stars, astrology
Last deposit f*cked up the whole economy
Get that, spent twenty-ten, b*tch-n*gga
Kush, piff in it, every white string infinite
You different, last night, n*ggas picturin'
Seven times, had a black chick tryin' white sh*t
Federline, I’m the future, real beef, I’ll shoot you
Walk-walk, no talk-talk, no sub and no woofers
It's on, tell by my tone
Real n*gga call, better answer your phone
[Hook + Bridge]
(Yeah)

[Verse 4: Kollegah]
So viele Nieten im Biz machen auf Gees in dem Biz
Es ist wie ihr Rückgrat – viel Wirbel um nichts
Und viele deutsche Rapper glauben, dass sie flowen
Wo sind alle hin, tz, ich glaube, dass sie flohen
Ich komm mit Haufen von Kanonen und tausenden Patronen
Plus paar skrupelloser Gangster aus der Kaukasus-Region
Bedroh' dich mit Winchesters
Mein Waffenfetisch ist nicht mehr in den
Griff zu kriegen wie ein verbogenes Springmesser
Ich baller' Rapper ab, knall' dann deren sl*ts
Na ja, was man halt alles als Gewaltverbrecher macht
Doch hab' ich den Alltagsstress mal satt
Besuch' ich dich auf Intensivstation und schalte etwas ab
Du hast Liebeskummer, Kid, ich schiebe Nummern mit
Deinem Girl, geb' ihr den c*ck, wo sie nie genug von kriegt
Roll' im Beamer rum und blick' beim Online-Banking nie
Welche Zahl da Kontostand und welche IBAN-Nummer ist (b*tch)

[Bridge]

[Outro: Too $hort]
Don't fight it baby
Don't fight the feelin'
You know a n*gga tryna f*ck
I like that b*tch, teah, baby
Your pus*y wet? Take them panties off
Don't fight it, let a n*gga hit that sh*t
You like to f*ck, all these b*tches love f*ckin'
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