Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Limit Soldiers, artist - Babyface Ray. Date of issue: 21.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Limit Soldiers |
| Yeah |
| Ayy |
| My auntie gettin' evicted, I can help you with your kitchen |
| Unky in there water whippin', if I cook it, do the dishes |
| Yeah, I’m sippin', never slippin', fuck up chicken, Peter Griffin |
| In Perrysburg, do the limit, they be trippin', got convicted |
| Man, I’m grateful when it’s bad, could be worse, it get wicked |
| Man, don’t call me 'bout no bag, it’s exotic, it’s expensive |
| They gossipin', got my name in they mouth, why is this? |
| Since they took my nigga Soda, I ain’t trustin' shit |
| I’m a rap nigga and I’m proud of this |
| I still can pull it out the mud, you know how I get |
| You know how I do, what you tryna do? |
| Gotta stack whatever flavor, give me twenty-two |
| Give me twenty minutes, yeah, I got it with me |
| Buyin' whites from Fairlane, you can park by Bennys |
| Nigga, you can’t ride this wave, 'cause it’s diamonds in it |
| I’ma pay you full in cash once you find them niggas |
| Bitch, don’t call my phone no more, go fuck that other nigga |
| VVs drippin' on my neck, what I bought from dealin' |
| Four-sixty in my pop, that’s the cost of livin' |
| I can’t hang with the opps, that’s an awkward feeling |
| I’m like Martin Luther, I got a dream |
| Used to want to be a hoop star, now I’m sellin' beans |
| Used to be the best point guard, now I’m pointin' beams |
| Face say he got a four of Wock', spill it in a cream |
| Rollie presidential, my plug is confidential |
| Her ass fat, her hair long, my bitch is beneficial |
| A fork and some Karo the main two utensils |
| Big F&H and it’s loaded up with missiles |
| Boy |
| Thumb through a dub in five minutes, they can’t wait to say you finished |
| Broke a record servin' fiends, they should put me up in Guinness |
| They want opioids, I’m sippin' Tech, it ain’t no difference |
| Somebody call Noisey, document the way we livin' |
| Them lil' hoes you chasin', we don’t pay 'em no attention |
| We run through whole crews, by myself, I hit a nickel |
| Sip the drank raw, we sippin' Wocky out the nipple |
| Can’t say you run your hood, you gotta show me some credentials |
| «Where your paperwork?"The shit I ask before a verse |
| We can have the same work long as I get it first |
| Got the pistol in her purse, serve them niggas down the street |
| You see any funny shit, you better pass that bitch to me |
| If you ain’t got no heart, then you won’t last up in these streets |
| I go where I wanna go 'cause I done handled all my beef |
| I’m still stuck on trap shit, these boys been scammin' for some weeks |
| Jump in and out this rap shit, spendin' blow money on beats, nigga |