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Soopafly
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I Don't Hang
Lyricist:Priest J Brooks
Yes, yes y'all, yes, yes y'all Yes, yes y'all, yes, yes y'all Yes, yes y'all, yes, yes y'all Yes, yes y'all, yes, yes y'all
Ruff rugged tha incredible one, Soopafly come wit' tha bomb A pound to brake a muthafucka down Surrounded,by subliminal thoughts to keep me criminal minded You'll find its hard fuckin' wit' a dog that'll scar
Your whole mind body soul approach Devastated, elevated your shit never made it However can one dare to compare a style rare from ground to air above Showin' no love, now it's tha pimpin' flow
Interests show, that you ain't hittin' no mo Your shit's gettin' old, forget tha past Don't let tha past pave a way to tha world occupied by MC's that I slay Affect tha first when I select a verse to hit you with tha worse intention
Blast in three dimension,sharp like a ginzu Then you will understand that I split niggas to fragments of a man Differential from pots to pans, opposition at a glance I rate,and takin' chances quick to brake like branches
I'm like a bunchy on a midnight get right or get even You're wondering like Steven running from day light to evening Time, 'cos I bust shots to injure, I stay black and smooth like a ninja It's Soopafly quick to throw them thangs I get tha money and rings, muthafuckaz can't hang cos
I don't hang with no bustas, I don't hang with no fags I don't hang with no connivin' ass niggas who ain't out there makin' cash Sho nuff don't hang with no snitches, sho nuff don't fuck with no bitches I'm only out for my riches So muthafuckaz stay tha fuck out my business
Feel tha beat I gots to have it I gots to have it I gots to have it
I'm explanatory like Rogaine what's your name was mine? Soopafly game do or die Death becomes those who oppose and run up Muthafuckaz get done up, on a one two come up (Come up)
Evidently you've been bitin' for years all skills to adapt to (Nigga I'll pimp slap you) My rhyme trap you, attractin' bitches and hoes Then developin' tha 51 flows
I suppose, I got you runnin' like your nose Like threat, shot to my niggas that can't get wet Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Betcha, I spoke a lecture I let cha think everythin' is fine Then react inna blinks time over done
I'm rated number one contender Tha war zone engage or surrender Now if tha kicks fit nigga wear that shit Give me a stage and microphone I'm bound to tear that shit
Tha fuck up,now what cha gon do? Take a seat, or step to my mystic well then pack tha concrete Now how you gonna act? I'll lay your ass flat It's Soopafly comin' with tha shit like that (Like that, like that)
I gots to have it, 'cos I want it and I need it I gots to have it, 'cos I want it and I need it
Now only I control thee unfold thee Uncut and uncensored floatin' vista, it's ah Sort of like a mixture, can you picture One calm and cool one that burn like the sun
The one two, two to three Soopafly rolls freely (Freely) High to the sky, muthafuckas can't see me (See me) I'm skulls like a beanie, I'm disappearin' like a genie (Beanie, genie)
Intoxicated off tha Remy (Remy) Martin I'm startin' to box up fools by tha carton It's tha one, incredible fly I fly by day, droppin' bombs on thee E.P. With Dat Nigga Daz still representin' D.P.
Now I don't hang with no bustas and I don't hang with no fags And I don't hang with no connivin' ass niggas Who ain't out there makin' cash Sho nuff don't hang with no snitches, sho nuff don't fuck with no bitches I'm only out for my riches So muthafuckaz stay tha fuck out my business
Waitin' baitin' for my ass to flip flop but I don't flop (Flop, flop) Waitin' baitin' for my ass to flip flop but I don't flop (Flop, flop)
Waitin' baitin' for my ass to flip flop but I don't flop (Flop, flop) Waitin' baitin' for my ass to flip flop but I don't flop (Flop, flop)
No I don't
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