Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Leather So Soft, artist - Birdman. Album song Like Father Like Son, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Leather So Soft |
My leather so soft, my top so soft |
I’ll probably have it off, these niggas so soft |
And I go so hard |
Bitch, I go so hard |
She said my leather so soft, my top so soft |
I’ll probably have it off, these niggas so soft |
And I go so hard |
Bitch, I go so hard |
I get money, ho, fuck what you talkin' 'bout |
Straight out the slaughterhouse straight out the dragon’s mouth |
Fire you can’t put out tires are standin' out |
The coupe look pigeon-toed I be in a different mode |
I be with them different hoes, no I mean them different hoes |
I mean them Weezy bumbaclot different hoes |
And as far as terrific goes, they kiss that dick with no mistletoes |
Diamonds and pearls and pussy hoes |
Snortin' coke 'til they nose bleed |
I’m sittin' high on them inches I’m in the nosebleeds |
I’m on a paper chase until my toes bleed |
Then I get on these beats and let my soul bleed |
I put 'em in ya head and watch the holes bleed |
My rag always red like when them hoes bleed |
Now that’s coldbleed I mean cold blooded |
And I’m so southern that’s why my leather so soft |
She soft as a bush nigga she purple like kush nigga |
We high on that money nigga we get it from cook nigga |
Hit her wit' that crook nigga fuckin' wit' crooks nigga |
Know we 'bout that money and we stackin' like books nigga |
Know what I do nigga them teardrops is true nigga |
We stay so fly ride Bentley coupes nigga |
Rolls Royce Corniches and asses by the beaches |
Blowin' on that puff and we drivin' foreign features |
Higher than whoever nigga know we 'bout that cheddar, nigga |
Know I got a tommy gun gave one to my young’n son |
And we got it together |
.47, .51, you gon' hear us when we come, daddy |
You see the paper gon' come if not I’m gon' get it |
I gotta die with money cause I wasn’t born wit 'it |
It was 9−27−82 baby due |
Charity Hospital aka the city zoo |
No pity due to no one nobody not all |
Man, they dropped us in the game and everybody’s trying to ball |
And the small hand’ll touch ya, the large hand’ll cut ya |
But until that day, I’ll be a mothafuckin' stunna, nigga |
Ball 'til I fall I done did it for my dawgs |
Ball 'til I fall I done did it for y’all |
Ball 'til I fall I done did it for me nigga |
Ball 'til I fall that’s the way it’s gon' be nigga |
Up in the early I done did it for sunshine |
Candy on the paint everytime I touch mine |
Nine stay cocked cause I’m good wit' firin' mines |
Alligator wit' the suede ridin' them 25's |