50 CENT

50 CENT - Mean Mug lyrics

rate me

Soulja Boy]

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

[50 cent]

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]

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

[50 cent]

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

[Soulja Boy]

I'm on another level, b-tch you heard me say that do you

SOD I never mentioned you cause you not worthy

[50 cent]

Yeah, we royalty don't talk to me

B-tch you not worthy

[Soulja Boy - Chorus]

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

[50 cent]

When I'm trippin' I'm 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'

[Soulja Boy]

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

[50 cent]

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

[Soulja Boy]

Man, that's 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

[Chorus]

[Outro]

Yeah, misery loves company n-gga

I send you to see your dead muthaf-cking homies

[End]

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