Northside Ghetto Soulja lyrics

by

BFB Da Packman



[Intro]
(¿Estás con la compañía de lunche?)
(JT on the track again)
Yeah
Yeah
Uh
Ayy

[Verse 1]
b*tch, I swear to God a million dollars look as lovely as Rihanna
Ain't no Love & Hip Hop, you not Tammy, I'm not Waka
We ain't lettin' sh*t slide, spot him, baka, then he droppin'
And of course I'm f*ckin' raw, so why you ask me for a condom?
Ain't no n*gga with me starving, if I got it, then he got it
Put my bread up, split the profit, b*tch, you knowin' that I'm solid
Street credit on a thousand from the top to the bottom
All my side b*tches jealous 'cause I won't leave my baby mama
I talked to Drake on the phone, he couldn't sign me
Said I'm too damn fat and I'm too damn childish
So from that day on, every track, I'ma slaughter
And I swear it hurt my pride 'cause that's one of my favorite artists, uh

[Chorus]
I swear to God I put nobody else above you
f*ck all your friends behind your back, I'm off them drugs, boo
Tell you that I'll see you in the morning how I thug you
And I ignored that fish smell because I love you
[Verse 2]
If that boy really a threat, then we gonna hit him now
Ain't talkin' 'bout no f*ckin' conversation when I sit him down
Cut my mans off, he pull out money when them b*tches 'round
This not Friday, I'm not Craig, I'm not gon' put my blicky down
I'm a man without it
Roseline n*gga, mama had us out in public housing
Don't call my phone about no beef, b*tch, this ain't McDonald's
My mama still live out in 'partments, I got bigger problems

[Chorus]
I swear to God I put nobody else above you
f*ck all your friends behind your back, I'm off them drugs, boo
Tell you that I'll see you in the morning how I thug you
And I ignored that fish smell because I love you

[Verse 3]
I'm the new Big Poppa, don't need Diddy to vouch
Bobo taught me one thing, don't buy sh*t in a drought
f*ck a n*gga baby mama, leave my kids on her couch
Before I f*ck Blac Chyna, stick my di*k in a couch
Kidnapped your favorite b*tch and threw her baby off the ledge
You won't hear the last n*gga that tried to play me, 'cause he dead
And all my fans pray for me, I'm kinda crazy in the head
And I done f*cked a couple b*tches with they baby in the bed
My brother terrorize the whole city, that's my brother, though
Don't give a f*ck who he rob, we slidin', that's on another note
Pay for a rental? Boy, you crazy, I be punchin' those
I always get my heart broke in the end 'cause I be cuffing hoes
b*tch, I been pressure, Draco with me big steppin'
Don't f*ck on none of my exes 'cause them b*tches big extra
Feds think I'm moving weight, f*ck no, I bench press it
Nola b*tch say I'm retarded, naw, bae, I been special
If they print it, I'ma get it, work a job or whip a chicken
Feds hit mama house, but I was gone, this ain't no fiction
Prayed and hit my knees, inshallah that they don't come and get me
Going out like Candace Starks, you rap b*tches is Rotimi
On God, let's have some f*ckin' fun
My mama found my gun in high school, I bought another one
My daddy mad I said he smoke crack in one of my songs
Man, I don't give a f*ck, you let another n*gga raise your son
Bentley Bentayga, Lunch Crew got big paper
f*ck a b*tch in the booty while I'm bumpin' Vince Staples
n*ggas snitching like it's cool, n*ggas know that sh*t flagrant
Dog stabbed me in my back, sh*t, them n*ggas been hatin'
I ain't lyin', shh, man, please
Get up out my life if you can't hold me down like Yandy
Love & Hip Hop, this sh*t flop, don't have no plan Z's
I had all my kids, b*tch, I don't do no plan B's
[Outro]
f*ck you mean?
All I got is rap, I don't got no plan B's
Huh, b*tch, I don't do no plan B's
f*ck you mean? Lunch Crew, n*gga
One deep, n*gga
Do no plan B's
Take care of my kids, n*gga
Huh, rap my only job, don't do no plan B's
Lunch Crew sh*t, b*tch
Hey, Ran, let me hear that sh*t
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