Soulja Boy Tell ’Em – Mean Mug Lyrics

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[Intro: Soulja Boy]
Soulja!

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy, 50 Cent & Both]
My flow sicker, your dough thick, well my dough thicker
You talk shit, I will kick your door nigga
I call my goons, my brand new chopper is coming soon
AK-47 got ’em dialing 911
I pull that trigga, you fuck with my lil nigga
I come through get ya, hop out them hollow’s hit ya
Keep thinking it’s a game, niggas ain’t playin’
Soulja Boy, I’ll bust your brain
A nigga talking all that shit, y’all niggas cannot represent
Fucking with the youngest killer, youngest gorilla nigga
Split ya, I deal with ya, knife sticker, ice picker
Run for your life nigga, I won’t tell ya twice
Bitch go run do the dougie, all the gangstas they love me
These hoes they be all on me, they can’t help it, they want me
They want me back
I’m on another level, bitch you heard me say that
S.O.D., I never mentioned you cause you not worthy
Yeah, we royalty, don’t talk to me, bitch you not worthy

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Mean mug, nigga you gon’ mug who?
Rob me? Nigga we gon’ rob you
Choppers on me, niggas we don’t give a fuck
I’m in the club, nigga fuck your mean mugs
Fuck your mean mugs, nigga, fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mugs, nigga, fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mugs, nigga, fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mugs, nigga, fuck your mean mug

[Verse 2: 50 Cent & Soulja Boy]
When I’m trippin’, I’m twisted, I slap my clip in
When I flip, ho duck down when I start gettin’
I’m iced out, bitch my neck and my ears drippin’
I lost count, all this paper I be gettin’
Any fucking game, nigga pass me the ball
And watch a nigga ball, I’m Gucci to the draws
Money over all, I don’t really give a fuck
Tatted on my neck and throat and them girls lick me up
Lick me up ’til I pop, shawty swallow every drop
From the balls to the top, she must do this shit 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 you on the low
Man that’s why I picked you off the ground
If you make a fucking sound
Disrespect my fucking crew, bitch, is you a fucking clown?
Get the fuck back nigga, we up in the club
High as fucked, talk shit and you gon’ get dropped

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Mean mug, nigga you gon’ mug who?
Rob me? Nigga we gon’ rob you
Choppers on me, niggas we don’t give a fuck
I’m in the club, nigga fuck your mean mugs
Fuck your mean mugs, nigga, fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mugs, nigga, fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mugs, nigga, fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mugs, nigga, fuck your mean mug

[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeah, misery loves company nigga
I send you to see yo’ dead motherfuckin’ homies
Come right close to you, 187 to most of you
Chop choppin’ out the window
Fuck is the matter with yo’ face nigga?
What the fuck is you lookin at?
I will spin that motherfuckin’ barrel at you nigga
Try me, ooh, I want you to try me nigga!

Lil Baby – Out the Mud Lyrics

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[Intro: Future]
Cook that shit up, Quay
Lil Baby, Lil Baby, Lil Baby
I’ve been riding around, yeah, hundred times around

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I been riding ’round in rental cars, tryna lay low
I’m a real Soulja Boy, I really play with Dracos
Fuck the whole gang, I’m out the hood, then put ’em on a payroll
Having flashbacks of hittin’ the red with the K-roll (Bow, bow)
She just had a baby for me, so I paid to get her makeover (Makeover)
I was being calm, it’s like it’s there for me to takeover (Takeover)
180 on the Range Rover, 400 on a road show (Wow)
300 on a G-Wagon (Wow), I’m a big dog, you can add it up
Something wrong with him, he ain’t add it up
We laugh at them, they mad at us
It’s a home run, I’m batter up
My earrings like baseballs
Clout-chasers, I hate y’all
I don’t see people like Ray Charles
Where I’m from, we don’t do fraud
You’re a kingpin or a taker (Woah)

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Future]
I just bought a bust down, can’t wait to hold it up (Hold it up)
All these Percs won’t stay down, I keep on throwing up (Throwing up)
Youngin ain’t gon’ play with him, he did it off of love (Yeah)
I feel like it’s different when you got it out the mud
I just bought a bust down, can’t wait to hold it up (Yeah)
All these Percs won’t stay down, I keep on throwing up (Yeah)
Youngin ain’t gon’ play with him, he did it off of love (Racks)
I feel like it’s different when you got it out the mud

[Verse 2: Future]
Street love nigga, street niggas call me Pluto
Really I’m a trap nigga, I can wrap a kilo (Yeah)
Sippin’ sizzurp (Yeah), took me number one, no promo (Yeah)
I’m in spaceships (Yeah), I’m the boss on a new low (Yeah, yeah)
Huh, I’m in the Phantom with the stars, feel like Fabo (Yeah)
Huh, I got million dollar stars on my payroll (Huh, yeah)
I feel like you different once you make it out the mud (Yeah)
Got a brand new Richard, I can’t wait to hold it up
VV cut it up, got new baguettes in it, cut it up (Ooh)
One (Crrt) call, that’s all (Brrt) pu-pullin’ up (Ooh)
It’s bad, make a bad-bad bitch call up and quit her job (Yeah)
Where I’m from, you either gotta murder, if you make it out you a God (God)

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I just bought a bust down, can’t wait to hold it up (Hold it up)
All these Percs won’t stay down, I keep on throwing up (Yeah)
Youngin ain’t gon’ play with him, he did it off of love (Off of love)
I feel like it’s different when you got it out the mud (Yeah)
I just bought a bust down, can’t wait to hold it up (Yeah)
All these Percs won’t stay down, I keep on throwing up (Yeah)
Youngin ain’t gon’ play with him, he did it off of love (Off of love)
I feel like it’s different when you got it out the mud (Out the mud)

[Outro: Future]
Got the plug
After what you did for me, get it out the mud
Youngin ain’t gon’ play with him, he did it off of love
I just bought a bust down, can’t wait to hold it up

Lil Tracy – I got da juice i got da sauce Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, damn I feel like Soulja Boy with all this juice, man
I feel like a damn rockstar with all this sauce nigga, you feel me
[Chorus]
I got the sauce, I got the juice, yeah
Aye, I got the sauce, I got the juice, yuh
Look, I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (sauce), I got the sauce, I got the juice (juice)
[Verse]
You tryna’ fuck a bitch, I’m tryna’ get rich
Tryna’ upgrade my wrist
Tryna’ upgrade my wrist
Tryna’ upgrade my wrist
I stepped inside the room, niggas looking pissed
Smoking boof, smell like someone pissed
Why yo’ bitch acting like she need some dick, aye
Why yo’ bitch acting like she need some dick, aye
Yuh, she gon’ lick my bracelet, aye
Yuh, Shawty nasty doing tricks, aye (Ugh, aye)
Yuh, Now she telling her best friend, yeah
Aye, I’ma fuck her and her best friend, aye
[Chorus]
Got the sauce, I got the juice (juice), I got the sauce (sauce), I got the juice (juice), I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (juice)
Yeah, I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (sauce), I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (sauce), I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (juice)
[Verse]
I got the juice, I feel like OJ da juiceman
I’ma fuck a bitch I met off Instagram
Aye, niggas don’t like me wait til’ I get those bands, aye
Yuh, I’ma make my wrist match my rims, yuh
Look, I’ma make my wrist match my rims, yuh
Aye, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I want a stomach like Rick Ross (stomach like Rick Ross, yuh)
I wanna floss like Mike Jones
Candy paint wrist same color bubblegum, aye, yuh
Yuh, got the sauce, got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, bitch
[Outro]
Got the sauce, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, aye
Yuh, got the sauce, got the juice, got the sauce, got the juice, yuh, aye, yuh

Mike Tyson – If You Show Up (Soulja Boy Diss)

[Hook]
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
I’m Mike Tyson
It’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out

[Verse 1]
Soulja Boy was talking shit on Instagram
But social media don’t make a fucking man
Everybody talk shit
Behind the keys
Imma sting like a venereal disease
If you fucking with my click?
You going down
I’m Mike Tyson and you gonna feel the wrath
I’m the god of the ring
Greatest around
Soulja Boy you can’t fuck with Chris Brown, Fucker

[Hook]
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
I’m Mike Tyson
It’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out, fucker

[Verse 2]
I’m talking shit cuz I’m the champ
Soulja Boy you don’t stand a fucking chance
If you show up? Sorry man
Chris Brown is gonna make you shit your pants
I’m Mike Tyson, the greatest ever
Mayweather, fairweather
I seen your fights man, a lot of hype man
And Soulja gon wish you never took the fight man, fucker

[Hook]
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
I’m Mike Tyson
It’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out, fucker

I’m worth too many ems
They say Soulja ain’t from the hood
Aye ma they say Soulja ain’t from the hood
Yo don’t touch me, what the….

[Hook]
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
I’m Mike Tyson

Soulja Boy – Murder (feat. Mozzy) letras

[Intro]
Murder. Yeah man you know what the fuck going on. King Soulja man, yeah man baby Draco man, I’ma spray with the Draco. I got Mozzy with me, you know what the fuck going on nigga

[Pre-Hook: Soulja Boy]
I pour a four in my drink
My chopper it spray nigga, what the fuck you think?
My shooters, they shoot ‘fore you blink
Every show I do I’m gripping the heat
Fuck Giuseppes, Margiela my feet
50,000 for a show, state to state with my niggas gripping the heat
Me and Mozzy pull up, murk the scene

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Murder, murder, murder the scene
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene
Murder, murder, Draco on me, 100 clip when I spray that heat
Murder, murder, it’s a murder (?) spray the heat
Soulja murder, pull up spray the heat
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy we spray the scene
Murder, murder, sipping Promethazine
Okay, I bought a pint of the lean
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
You riding for him but you know it’s rented
Young nigga shoot the Draco just like Dennis the Menace
Quarter million for my new Bentley
Me and Mozzy yeah we slide through the city
Bad bitch know I’m gripping her titties
I stand in the trap, I was whipping that Whitney
’09 me and Guwop get it in, he told me Soulja Boy go head to the district
Fuck with lil Soulja I empty the (?)
Rest in peace Shawty Lo, you (?)
Hit a juug then I bought a guyato
Sipping on Hi-Tech, I’m smoking gelato
Hit a nigga in the head with a bottle
Bad bitch and she look like a model
This isn’t twitter nigga but them bitches they follow
I put like 7 million there with Fargo
Beef with Soulja Boy you dying tomorrow
Gripping the Draco I spray shorty with the hollows
Smoking gelato, she suck on my dick while she swallow
Me and Mozzy in that ‘Rari full throttle
Blah-da-da with the 30, oh
Shoot the Draco just like Kyrie Irving
Gripping the steering wheel and I’m swerving
I spray with the Draco, he making me nervous

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Murder, murder, murder the scene
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene
Murder, murder, Draco on me, 100 clip when I spray that heat
Murder, murder, it’s a murder (?) spray the heat
Soulja murder, pull up spray the heat
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy we spray the scene
Murder, murder, sipping Promethazine
Okay, I bought a pint of the lean
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
Whole lotta murder shit
Niggas know we really murder shit
Niggas know we pull up scorch shit
Where you from? I never heard of it
Yeah I’m on that perky shit
Yeah we got that work and shit
Yeah I’m from that turf and shit
Yeah I put in that work for this
Yeah shooters on go
They will not freeze, that’s on my soul
They keep the pole
One in the head, one in the throat
Aim for the head, nothing below
I’m from the 4, them niggas dorks, them niggas hoes
Free my lil bro
He kept it silent, them niggas told
That’s why he’s down, them niggas know
Niggas went broke, had to sell salt
Mama on (?) that shit was cold
(?) then a sucker nigga die
I took that ride all on my own
I’m with the shit when the homies get hit
I’m the nigga to get, they be calling my phone
I’m with the shit and I (?) I don’t talk on my phone

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Murder, murder, murder the scene
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene
Murder, murder, Draco on me, 100 clip when I spray that heat
Murder, murder, it’s a murder (?) spray the heat
Soulja murder, pull up spray the heat
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy we spray the scene
Murder, murder, sipping Promethazine
Okay, I bought a pint of the lean
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene

Soulja Boy – Murder Lyrics

[Intro]
Murder. Yeah man you know what the fuck going on. King Soulja man, yeah man baby Draco man, I’ma spray with the Draco. I got Mozzy with me, you know what the fuck going on nigga

[Pre-Hook: Soulja Boy]
I pour a four in my drink
My chopper it spray nigga, what the fuck you think?
My shooters, they shoot ‘fore you blink
Every show I do I’m gripping the heat
Fuck Giuseppes, Margiela my feet
50,000 for a show, state to state with my niggas gripping the heat
Me and Mozzy pull up, murk the scene
[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Murder, murder, murder the scene
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene
Murder, murder, Draco on me, 100 clip when I spray that heat
Murder, murder, it’s a murder (?) spray the heat
Soulja murder, pull up spray the heat
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy we spray the scene
Murder, murder, sipping Promethazine
Okay, I bought a pint of the lean
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
You riding for him but you know it’s rented
Young nigga shoot the Draco just like Dennis the Menace
Quarter million for my new Bentley
Me and Mozzy yeah we slide through the city
Bad bitch know I’m gripping her titties
I stand in the trap, I was whipping that Whitney
’09 me and Guwop get it in, he told me Soulja Boy go head to the district
Fuck with lil Soulja I empty the (?)
Rest in peace Shawty Lo, you (?)
Hit a juug then I bought a guyato
Sipping on Hi-Tech, I’m smoking gelato
Hit a nigga in the head with a bottle
Bad bitch and she look like a model
This isn’t twitter nigga but them bitches they follow
I put like 7 million there with Fargo
Beef with Soulja Boy you dying tomorrow
Gripping the Draco I spray shorty with the hollows
Smoking gelato, she suck on my dick while she swallow
Me and Mozzy in that ‘Rari full throttle
Blah-da-da with the 30, oh
Shoot the Draco just like Kyrie Irving
Gripping the steering wheel and I’m swerving
I spray with the Draco, he making me nervous

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Murder, murder, murder the scene
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene
Murder, murder, Draco on me, 100 clip when I spray that heat
Murder, murder, it’s a murder (?) spray the heat
Soulja murder, pull up spray the heat
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy we spray the scene
Murder, murder, sipping Promethazine
Okay, I bought a pint of the lean
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
Whole lotta murder shit
Niggas know we really murder shit
Niggas know we pull up scorch shit
Where you from? I never heard of it
Yeah I’m on that perky shit
Yeah we got that work and shit
Yeah I’m from that turf and shit
Yeah I put in that work for this
Yeah shooters on go
They will not freeze, that’s on my soul
They keep the pole
One in the head, one in the throat
Aim for the head, nothing below
I’m from the 4, them niggas dorks, them niggas hoes
Free my lil bro
He kept it silent, them niggas told
That’s why he’s down, them niggas know
Niggas went broke, had to sell salt
Mama on (?) that shit was cold
(?) then a sucker nigga die
I took that ride all on my own
I’m with the shit when the homies get hit
I’m the nigga to get, they be calling my phone
I’m with the shit and I (?) I don’t talk on my phone

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Murder, murder, murder the scene
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene
Murder, murder, Draco on me, 100 clip when I spray that heat
Murder, murder, it’s a murder (?) spray the heat
Soulja murder, pull up spray the heat
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy we spray the scene
Murder, murder, sipping Promethazine
Okay, I bought a pint of the lean
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene