Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kid Soulja, artist - DrownMiliDate of issue: 01.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Kid Soulja |
| Bitch, Aye aye aye aye |
| Bitch, Aye aye |
| Bitch, bitch (Aye) |
| Bitch bitch bitch |
| Bitch (Ayeee, Who?) |
| Yea! |
| (Aye aye aye aye) |
| How you gon' beef with a soldier? |
| How you gon' beef with a cobra? |
| How you gon' look when we roll up? |
| Slide up, watch a bitch fold up |
| Down with a .45 |
| Bitch it’s City Morgue we take lives |
| My Jamaicans still got shottas |
| Your homie look dead who shot ya? |
| Me nigga |
| How you gon' beef with a soldier? |
| How you gon' beef with a cobra? |
| How you gon' look when we roll up? |
| Slide up, watch a bitch fold up |
| Down with a .45 |
| Bitch it’s City Morgue we take lives |
| My Jamaicans still got shottas |
| Your homie looked dead who shot ya? |
| Me nigga |
| Wake up |
| Why don’t you put a little makeup |
| Nigga, don’t call them jakes up |
| Choppa gonna shoot that snake up, wake up |
| Glock on my side when I wake up |
| 100 shot right where you lay up |
| Wake up and go get my cake up |
| Crash in that that whip i’m a racer |
| It’s triple nine |
| I’m divine |
| Keep a .9 |
| Hit his head and his spine |
| You target practice, you is lackin', never packin' |
| So I’m gonna take his jacket |
| I’d rather pack it, now I gas it |
| Crack his noggin |
| Then I’m gonna crack his casket |
| I spun the block round, ran around it |
| NIggas gonna run |
| When I clap it |
| I run the block like a Olympics |
| Track and field nigga we’re gon run a rally |
| Please don’t call the cops the cops will not save shit |
| I leave you wet R.I.P to the pavement |
| My little Glock little .30 gives facelifts |
| Cop me a whip like a m’fucking racist |
| Stacking up dead shit I get it and cake it up |
| Smoking on boof by the acre, yuh |
| How you gon' beef with a soldier? |
| How you gon' beef with a cobra? |
| How you gon' look when we roll up? |
| Slide up, watch a bitch fold up |
| Damned with a .45 |
| Bitch it’s City Morgue we take lives |
| My Jamaicans still got shottas |
| Your homie looked dead who shot ya? |
| Me nigga |
| How you gon' beef with a soldier? |
| How you gon' beef with a cobra? |
| How you gon' look when we roll up? |
| Slide up, watch a bitch fold up |
| Damned with a .45 |
| Bitch it’s City Morgue we take lives |
| My Jamaicans still got shottas |
| Your homie looked dead who shot ya? |
| Me nigga |
| Hopped out that coupe with that drop make it zoom |
| .45 my Glock make that man meet his doom |
| Free the demons, desert eagle |
| Recoil, let the demons reach the evil |
| Never bother, shoot the father |
| Pop one, shot one |
| Beanie Sigel |
| Can’t fuck with me, I |
| Stay 'way from the fake |
| Fuckin' with love left |
| My heart filled with rage |
| Shotgun pop in your back |
| Then we take off the masks |
| Duck when you hear the blast |
| Cause we will send you back |
| Yeah! |