Soulja Boy - Kingpin Beezy lyrics

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Well if it isn't Mr. Beezy the Kingpin Riding down my hood, in that yellow crown vet All my niggas know that I got the Benz I 'on want them niggas know what I'm reppin bitch Same shit, nigga it's a majesty On that fuckin hood, nigga rest in peace to Eazy E Lil Soulja B, aka S.Beezy Ridin' through my trap Making it look so damn easy My pockets looking lovely Niggas on that paper chase Caked up Soulja Boy, all about that grape swisher I broke it down Nigga up in my town we gettin' HIGH Nigga know what it is Nigga do or die Young ass Beezy on that motherfuckin paper chase Everytime I ride, you know ima get it straight Niggas don't know bout that motherfuckin weapon Come thru on your ass, when I tote that Smith-n-westin In the mothafuckin club, show me love They pouring up and playing all my music SOD anthem, it's a party Hoes on my dick, that's whats up Soulja Boy Tell 'Em with that lean in my cup Double cup Hold me up Bottles of Rozay She say she like that ciroc, that vodka That's okay with me Lil Dre, ima rep it how I post up Niggas know what the fuck, empty tag on that old school Nigga fuckin up that pro tools No (?) Niggas show me love when they see me on that slap Young Soulja Boy, nigga know I'm goin in Young ass nigga mane, came for the win Young ass nigga in this mothafuckin blow You can't trust these fuckin hoes, they will put you out Fo'sho Have you lookin crazy for that mothafuckin doe Have you lookin crazy nigga You cant trust them ladies nigga Better tote your pistol Niggas out to get you Ridin with that tinted windows, nigga watch your spinners Underneath the pillow, where the dope at Police tryin to slow me up Ridin thru my park like "Nigga what the fuck" Bustin at me, he's a bitch so I hit the po Nigga knows whats up, I'm fuckin with the whole crew Duffle bag birds in that back of that trunk I dont hope I get caught, so I'm toting up the pump Niggas know whats up I'm Lucky. Ridin thru my hood, police can't touch me Everywhere I go nigga, I'm looking so clean Red carpet on that shades, sippin on promynthazine Young nigga on that paper chase, bout his fuckin doe Everybody know, I got it for the low Its that young ass nigga reppin SOD gang S.Beezy just another day, all up on that paper chase Young nigga pulled up and the hoes was on his cock He had to watch out for them haters and them crooked cops Them niggas want to see you down when you doing good Got a million in the bank, well that's all good They want to see you fall, they want to bust your ass In my hood, aint no love for your snitch ass Nigga keep your mouth closed about that business In the mothafuckin street, nigga please pay attention I'm all about my love, show trust Loyalty, with my fuckin 9 I will bust Nigga know SOD, don't fuck with us All about that paper chase My nigga, we go gettas mane You knowin where I'm at Basefield, Mississippi Got a couple real ass goons, and they with me Reppin this shit 4 life, loyalty Nigga I'm in beast mode, sticking in the streets It's that love with that G-Code Stuck it in, my partna did it big 7 years, I shed a lot of tears Young ass nigga mane, all out that fuckin bag 70K cash, why would I laugh Ima kick this shit, really Its like I'm spitting life's facts True story, you know about me I climax Niggas know I spit that real shit to the fiends I'm a mothafuckin king, like a fell out a fuckin dream R.I.P Eazy E