Представляем точный текст композиции "Motha Fuck You" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Soulja Slim . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Motha Fuck You» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Soulja Slim передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Soulja Slim - "Motha Fuck You"
Lyrics to Motha Fuck You : (*talking*) Ah-ah, Cut Throat to the motherfucking Bone gristle, you understand me Fuck another nigga, fuck em [Hook] Motherfuck you, and your niggas Cause me and my niggas, we terrorize niggas Motherfuck you, and your niggas Cause me and my niggas, we ride or die niggas [Soulja Slim] I spray gats like raid, when the roaches come out You wanna fuck with the team, then the coaches come out Holes in your mouth, bullets leaving holes in your house Ice block so cold, niggas catching a gout Set I trends, fucking two cat eyed friends Getting brain in the back, of the cat-eyed Benz Black eyed lens, looking like M-I-B When I be, stomping through your VIP H.N.I.C., represent that MP3 Fuck you, you aint getting nothing from me But hot lead to your dome, black thick and chrome Thats all I tote, sticky-ayo thats all I smoke Now there I go rambling, but I could back it up fast Catch you in the club, I scuffle your bitch ass Brigadors be down to die for me, soldiers be down to ride for me Bistanders do get hit, no apologies [Hook - 2x] [Curren$y] Now when the 4-4s, come out Youd think your whole click was Ludacris, the way they rolling out Its Curren$y the Hot Spitter, I control the South Look at who I be around, then youll know what Im bout Brah you dont want me, to come through Cause one pop out the glock, Ill leave your fat head with a sun roof Please understand me, brah when my album drop Me and C-Murder, bringing guns to the Grammys Hoes loving on me, so these niggas cant stand me But they know I got the heat, like Miami Hot Spitter got loot, growing like mildew That with the cameras, instead of the rearview Hit you point blank range, I aint even near you My niggas aint from Pittsburgh, but well steal you Riding on chrome, all 21 and up Yours under 18, cant even get in the club so [Hook - 2x] [Tre-Nitty] Murder instincts we speaking, tweaking And leave a nigga, leaking on the concrete You run up with cowards, all I got is one nigga behind me At a time to cover my back, and other than that Aint too many niggas, gon cover my tracks So I feed him, with a long handle Man Im in the desert, and surviving is a strong gandle So I cant be walking, in the wrong sandles Feeling like all I got, is me myself and I Dont know too many, that I can leave my wealth and die Empty, cause I know that drama will only increase And whos gonna carry me, when Im trapped under them bed sheets Sealing the sheets with hot blood, niggas steady saying they got love And Im the one laying with hot slugs, shit Ive been there And any nigga that I fuck with, is just like me So when we beefing, thats the nigga you just might see But everybody claiming know 12, saying we blow wells And how I hung with him, but cant say what I done with him [Hook - 4x] [ Motha Fuck You Lyrics ]
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