SOULJA BOY TELL 'EM

SOULJA BOY TELL 'EM - Mean Mug lyrics

rate me

<i>[Soulja Boy:]</i>

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

<i>[50 cent:]</i>

AK47 got them dialing 9-11

I pull that trigger, you fuck with my lil nigga

I come through get ya, hop out them hollow's hit ya

Keep thinking it's a game, nigga's ain't playing

<i>[Soulja Boy:]</i>

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

<i>[50 cent:]</i>

Knife sticker, ice picker, run for ya life nigga

I won't tell ya twice

Bitch 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

<i>[Soulja Boy:]</i>

I'm on another level, bitch you heard me say that do you

SOD I never mentioned you cause you not worthy

<i>[50 cent:]</i>

Yeah, we royalty don't talk to me

Bitch you not worthy

<i>[Chorus: Soulja Boy]</i>

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 mug

Nigga fuck your mean mug

Fuck your mean mug

Nigga fuck your mean mug

Fuck your mean mug

Nigga fuck your mean mug

<i>[50 cent:]</i>

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, bitch my neck and my ears drippin'

I lost count all this paper I be gettin'

<i>[Soulja Boy:]</i>

Any fucking game nigga pass me the ball

And watch a nigga ball, I'm Gucci to the draws

I'm money over all, I don't really give a fuck

Tatted on my neck and throat and them girls lick me up

<i>[50 cent:]</i>

Lick me up til I pop shawty swallow evry 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 ya on the low

<i>[Soulja Boy:]</i>

Man, That's why I pick you up off the ground

If you make a fucking sound

Disrespect my fucking crew

Bitch is you fucking clown

Get the fuck back nigga

We up in the club

High as fuck, talk shit and you gon get dropped

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Outro:]</i>

Yeah, misery loves company nigga

I send you to see your dead motherfucking homies

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