Sole

Sole - Spell My Name Right lyrics

rate me

(feat. Mr. Raja)

[Intro]

2 triple O

Sole'

S, uh

O, ah

L, yeah

E, accent

S, yeah

O, uh

L, yeah

E, accent

[Sole']

Ugh, it's the brown cocomo mama

Call shots, 12 room yachts

Cruisin' the Bahamas, Pocahontas

Strictly out for dollas

Sole' serve it up hot like Benny Hanas

You's a TV dinner, gots to come hard

You seein' me nigga

Wanna freak me, eat me, can't treat me nigga?

No answer, you besta be on your way, uh

Money tossed and you got nothin' to say, yeah

Round the way in the SLK

Sittin' on 20 inches, get money, fuck niggas

Stack flows, got cats with cash flows and dough

All night in the flow, tight

Another pretty face that you bet' know

I'm the illest Cherokee to ever slap a ho

I drop four in your dough, your hard-on?

Get it straight

You can't fuck around on your best date

Now what the deal?

[1: Mr. Raja]

Get your money and your life right

It's a cost to be boss, get the price right

Playas hold it down, then keep ya game tight

Say what you want, but spell her name right, uh-huh

[Repeat 1]

[Sole']

Cashin' chips in, all best down, in the Lex now

Decked out, make 'em sweat now

Never let down, precede caution

Had it with flossers, sworn a stinkin' nigga, toss it

Soon as they saw it, shit nigga

I ain't no freak ho, I ain't no duck ho

I ain't no "took me out to eat so we gon' fuck" ho

FUCK NO! I'm a look-but-don't-touch ho

The baddest, one shot of ? fire cabbage

The maddest, the ill flow paterant

In and out the pocket, write it down, 16 drop it

Make a mil when the pants fill

I step it up, when I talk I back it up

I put that out there

In case you bitches start actin' up like y'all fit for action

Cut the mics off and we can get to bitch bashin'

If not, stop talkin', then start walkin'

Cuz real niggas out here like talkin'

[Repeat 1]

[Repeat 1]

[Sole']

You little girls is childs play, I bring it to your man

Sole' got it locked from the block to Sound-Scan

Fuck his tummy up, stay off us, ya hear

Red Zone gon' show y'all how to ball this year

I'm big like bottles of Crys and foreign whips

I'm more like more street bombs and stock tips

Bigger than your fox and your bricks

I'm more like Vegas, bet a hundred dollas, got the red chips

If you call me a ho, you better say "Miss Ho"

We can get it on rat scraps or the pistol

If you call me a bitch, you better say "Rich Bitch"

Cuz can't NAN HO fuck with this!

So what you want nigga?

[Repeat 1]

[Repeat 1]

[Repeat 1]

S, uh

O, ah

L, yeah

E, accent

S, yeah

O, uh

L, yeah

E, accent

S, uh

O, ah

L, yeah

E, accent

S, yeah

O, uh

L, yeah

E, accent

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