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Soldier (feat. HoodFamous Tae) Video (MV)




Performed By: Sylvy
Language: English
Length: 2:27
Written by: Hood Tae, Sir Sylvy




Sylvy - Soldier (feat. HoodFamous Tae) Lyrics
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Na na
I'm on the grind I don't got time
She is a dime, wine and I dine
I got a nine breakin' a spine
She wanna f*ck, don't got no time
All of my niggas we totin'
All of my niggas we ridin'
Pull up nigga and I'm slidin'
Pull up nigga and you hidin'
New chain on my neck
Got me some money and I got respect
She wanna f*ck and she give me the neck
All of my niggas they grippin' them Tec's
I'm in the streets, choppa on me and its makin' a beat
She wanna f*ck and she suck on the meat
All of my niggas be totin' them things
Young Tae nigga I do not cap
I remember sleepin' right in the trap
I gotta choppa and that shit gon' slap
I remember niggas said I can't rap fa fa
Pussy tasting like some butterscotch let me eat it
Aye slap my wood right up on her crotch god damn
Young Tae bitch I'm something, you not
Yeah yeah
And my niggas they pull up wit' Glocks
We pull up wit' rugers
She givin' head like a tutor
She givin' head like Medusa
I send a nigga up to Buddha
I'm a soldier, you a trooper
I'm a soldier, you a trooper
I'm a vet, you a loser
Get the checks, get respect
Then invest
I been focused but high like a Tec
Shawty tryna roll wit' me just to flex
I don't know what y'all be talkin'
You is not ballin' if you be waking up stressed, yeah
I just woke up, she text, yeah
Shawty don't give me no lecture
I'm bout' to go head' and press her
Smokin' on pressure, got me like yezir
Pull up in the scene like something new
I be smokin' on boof in the booth
Hp, I gotta admit that I got some hittas
Ooh, they shootin' out the roof
Get the millions wit' the crew
Shawty splash me like juice
And I been on my Bruce Lee shit
And I'ma drive a coup too quick like zoom
I'ma have em' get up in they feelings
Micheal Jackson wit' the Thriller
These hoes never show me no respect
Treatin' me like gum under desk
Ooh yeah
Then I got up, don't know what's up
Meditating so I'm receiving stuff
Ballin' like West, Russ
Phss whoo
These hoes never show me no respect
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Na na
I'm on the grind I don't got time
She is a dime, wine and I dine
I got a nine breakin' a spine
She wanna f*ck, don't got no time
All of my niggas we totin'
All of my niggas we ridin'
Pull up nigga and I'm slidin'
Pull up nigga and you hidin'
New chain on my neck
Got me some money and I got respect
She wanna f*ck and she give me the neck
All of my niggas they grippin' them Tec's
I'm in the streets, choppa on me and its makin' a beat
She wanna f*ck and she suck on the meat
All of my niggas be totin' them things
Young Tae nigga I do not cap
I remember sleepin' right in the trap
I gotta choppa and that shit gon' slap
I remember niggas said I can't rap fa fa
Pussy tasting like some butterscotch let me eat it
Aye slap my wood right up on her crotch god damn
Young Tae bitch I'm something, you not
Yeah yeah
And my niggas they pull up wit' Glocks
We pull up wit' rugers
She givin' head like a tutor
She givin' head like Medusa
I send a nigga up to Buddha
I'm a soldier, you a trooper
I'm a soldier, you a trooper
I'm a vet, you a loser
Get the checks, get respect
Then invest
I been focused but high like a Tec
Shawty tryna roll wit' me just to flex
I don't know what y'all be talkin'
You is not ballin' if you be waking up stressed, yeah
I just woke up, she text, yeah
Shawty don't give me no lecture
I'm bout' to go head' and press her
Smokin' on pressure, got me like yezir
Pull up in the scene like something new
I be smokin' on boof in the booth
Hp, I gotta admit that I got some hittas
Ooh, they shootin' out the roof
Get the millions wit' the crew
Shawty splash me like juice
And I been on my Bruce Lee shit
And I'ma drive a coup too quick like zoom
I'ma have em' get up in they feelings
Micheal Jackson wit' the Thriller
These hoes never show me no respect
Treatin' me like gum under desk
Ooh yeah
Then I got up, don't know what's up
Meditating so I'm receiving stuff
Ballin' like West, Russ
Phss whoo
These hoes never show me no respect
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Writer: Hood Tae, Sir Sylvy
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