| Have you ever loved a street nigga? |
| Uh-uh
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| She don’t really want a weak nigga, uh-uh
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| I can stack it six feet, nigga, I don’t need no stunt
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| It’s a presidential ring, nigga, call me Soldier Trump
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| Have you ever loved a street nigga? |
| Uh-uh
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| She don’t really want a weak nigga, uh-uh
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| I can stack it six feet, nigga, I don’t need no stunt
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| It’s a presidential ring, nigga, call me Soldier Trump
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| It’s a seven-figure nigga, better talk with some respect
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| She don’t really love a nigga, she just love the Triple-X
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| When you speakin' on a nigga, better say it with your chest
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| When I’m speakin' to a nigga, mouth look like a treasure chest
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| 'Cause I’m gleamin'
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| I don’t think buddy is an opp if he breathin'
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| I don’t think shawty really rock if she leavin'
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| Pussy nigga know I’m really raw, don’t do no tweetin'
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| But I’m tryna delete it
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| I’m a hot nigga, but I’m tryna take her skiin'
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| How you tryna leave me when you right under my skin?
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| I’m a real nigga, I don’t fold and I don’t bend
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| Somethin' like Nick Cannon how I come with all these bands
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| Have you ever loved a street nigga? |
| Uh-uh
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| She don’t really want a weak nigga, uh-uh
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| I can stack it six feet, nigga, I don’t need no stunt
|
| It’s a presidential ring, nigga, call me Soldier Trump
|
| Have you ever loved a street nigga? |
| Uh-uh
|
| She don’t really want a weak nigga, uh-uh
|
| I can stack it six feet, nigga, I don’t need no stunt
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| It’s a presidential ring, nigga, call me Soldier Trump
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| Like the president, bling blaow, you get ringed down
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| Used to float like a butterfly, but I can sting now
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| I ain’t nothin' like these other guys, you with a G now
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| I had snuck in just the other night with a Gina
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| They like, «Ooh, he so fire,» move or you die
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| Pour out for my homies who had moved to the sky
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| Everything be cool until a Soldier lose his mind
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| She think that it’s cool to come post up on this side
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| We got AKs and ARs, we run from the state cars
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| He act, but he ain’t hard, come back, take your facecard
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| She bad, I might take her to Jacks or Jamaica
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| Baby, I’m an artist too, just come let me paint ya
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| Have you ever loved a street nigga? |
| Uh-uh
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| She don’t really want a weak nigga, uh-uh
|
| I can stack it six feet, nigga, I don’t need no stunt
|
| It’s a presidential ring, nigga, call me Soldier Trump
|
| Have you ever loved a street nigga? |
| Uh-uh
|
| She don’t really want a weak nigga, uh-uh
|
| I can stack it six feet, nigga, I don’t need no stunt
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| It’s a presidential ring, nigga, call me Soldier Trump |