Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mean Mug, artist - Soulja Boy. Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mean Mug |
| My flow sicker, your dough thick, well my dough thicker |
| you talk sh-t I will kick your door n-gga |
| I call my goons, my brand new chopper is coming soon |
| AK47 got them dialing 9−11 |
| I pull that trigger, you f-ck with my lil n-gga |
| I come through get ya, hop out them hollow’s hit ya keep thinking it’s a game, n-gga's aint playing |
| Soulja Boy I’ll bust your brain |
| a n-gga talking all that sh-t |
| y’all n-ggas cannot represent |
| f-cking with the youngest killer, youngest gorilla n-gga |
| split ya I deal with ya Knife sticker, ice picker, run for ya life n-gga |
| I won’t tell ya twice |
| b-tch go run do the dougie, all the gangsta’s they love me these hoes they be all on me they can’t help that they want me they want me back |
| Im on another level, b-tch you heard me say that do you |
| SOD I never mentioned you cause you not worthy |
| Yeah, we royalty dont talk to me b-tch you not worthy |
| mean mug, n-gga you gon mug who? |
| rob me? |
| n-gga we gon rob you |
| choppers on me, n-ggas we don’t give a f-ck |
| I’m in the club, n-gga f-ck your mean mugs |
| f-ck your mean mugs |
| n-gga f-ck your mean mug |
| f-ck your mean mug |
| n-gga f-ck your mean mug |
| f-ck your mean mug |
| n-gga f-ck your mean mug |
| f-ck your mean mug |
| n-gga f-ck your mean mug |
| When I’m trippin' Im twisted, I slap my clip in when I flip, hoe duck down when I start gettin' |
| I’m iced out, b-tch my neck and my ears drippin' |
| I lost count all this paper I be gettin' |
| any f-cking game n-gga pass me the ball |
| and watch a n-gga ball, I’m Gucci to the draws |
| I’m money over all, I don’t really give a f-ck |
| tatted on my neck and throat and them girls lick me up Lick me up til I pop shawty swallow evry drop |
| from the balls to the top |
| she must do this sh-t a lot |
| she’s a freak she’s a pro |
| got that paper it’s a go bring the Kush, bring the dro |
| she might bless ya on the low |
| Man, Thats why I pick you up off the ground |
| if you make a f-cking sound |
| disrespect my f-cking crew |
| b-tch is you f-cking clown |
| get the f-ck back n-gga |
| we up in the club |
| high as f-ck, talk sh-t and you gon get dropped |
| Yeah, misery loves company n-gga |
| I send you to see your dead muthaf-cking homies |