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100 Band Mafia (Letra)

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100 Band Mafia (Letra) - Soldier Kidd

When I pull up and I’m tryna fuck, it get these hoes amazed
You just say what you gon’ do, I just do what I say
Niggas know what I’m goin’ through, and that shit gon’ get me paid
Went to thuggin’ all in school, they done labeled us a gang
Nah man, it’s a family, they just know we down to spray
‘Bout my whoadie, ain’t no story, you gon’ pay ‘cause I need bank
Rather get these niggas shot before I give a nigga rank
She say Soldier I don’t like you but I love that you relate

All we had was fifty cents, I ain’t tryna milly milly
I’m just tryna rock that bitch, Soldier got a big boy glizzy
Make me go and rob some shit, heard that lil bitch positive
Off the top, finna get rich, pass that Glock to Soldier it
Everyone shot, no one get skipped, sellin’ crip in building six

Make me go and rob some shit, heard that lil bitch positive
Off the top, finna get rich, pass that Glock to Soldier it
Everyone shot, no one get skipped, sellin’ crip in building six
Got that crack, I’m an addict, Smith ‘n Wesson automatic

That ain’t what she say but I can see that shit all in her face
Uh, uh, that’s a cold case, roll that dope babe
I done ran off on they nigga but he think my name Lil Dave
We gon’ pull up on them niggas when they thought that shit was safe
I’m lil ‘igga so they high, lookin’ for they daddy’s sake
This that snap music, make you lose it, you don’t get money, you be coolin’
MAC-11, not no Uzi, swimmin’ in money, no jacuzzi
You know I don’t fuck with fooly, make me go willy silly
I don’t fuck with none of these jits, remember eating lily dilly
All we had was fifty cents, I ain’t tryna milly milly
I’m just tryna rock that bitch, Soldier got a big boy glizzy
Make me go and rob some shit, heard that lil bitch positive
Off the top, finna get rich, pass that Glock to Soldier it
Everyone shot, no one get skipped, sellin’ crip in building six
Got that crack, I’m an addict, Smith ‘n Wesson automatic
You keep guessin’, I’ma clap it, wrap that dope all in the plastic

100 Band Mafia (Letra) - Soldier Kidd