A-Mafia - Soldier lyrics

rate me

[Hook]

I’m a soldier, jumping out the rover

Y’all thought it was over, but I done showed you

Ain’t a nigga better, my gang getting this cedar

Deep in the game, entertainment on the sweater, let’s get it

Fresh about the crack spots, get checks and I stack knots

Million dollar mansion like I just hit the jackpot

Testin gives you ass shots, we ain’t playing no games

Feds askin questions, but we ain’t sayin no names

Get back cause this click with fools, with gats that will get your jewels

Clap and it spit them tools, kidnap them kids from school

Only fuck with niggas that’s my mens and they earn with me

Fam, ain’t no turning me, got fans from japan to Germany

[Hook]

I’m a soldier, jumping out the rover

Y’all thought it was over, but I done showed you

Ain’t a nigga better, my gang getting this cedar

Deep in the game, entertainment on the sweater, let’s get it

Got shooters in my passi, wailing in luca bassi

Making figures, Jamaican niggas salute me,

Like salasi

King of harlem, yeah I said it, bring the squadron, yeah I get it

Test to god and get beheaded

Any margin, yeah I bet it

These ducks all frail, you like the black drunk cartel

Never sold nothing, but always rappin bout the drugs y’all sell

Y’all niggas false and fakes, I know some broads we cape

We fight with guns, chains, bats, even garden rakes

I bump harder, cause I’m a don smarter

I know street niggas with more money than sean conor

My crew getting paper, only do shit that’s major

Pull up on you busting shots, out the buick lesabre

[Hook]

I’m a soldier, jumping out the rover

Y’all thought it was over, but I done showed you

Ain’t a nigga better, my gang getting this cedar

Deep in the game, entertainment on the sweater, let’s get it

Be polite or my team gonn spank you

Pussy nigga, your jeans so tight I can see your ankle

Your shirt so tight, I see your heart beating

I’ve been getting money in harlem, when y’all start eating

Y’all on some slow mo shit, this my promo shit

10 years in jail, never was on homo shit

I used to carry razors, like larry davis

And we don’t love these hoes, only marry wages

These gaze is lame, they hatin on my fame

Don’t know what happened, but the street shit just ain’t the same

We taking planes, strip clubs, we make it rain

And everytime I do a show, all these hoes say my name cause

[Hook]

I’m a soldier, jumping out the rover

Y’all thought it was over, but I done showed you

Ain’t a nigga better, my gang getting this cedar

Deep in the game, entertainment on the sweater, let’s get it

Got shooters in my passi, wailing in luca bassi.