RiFF RAFF, Soulja Boy - Versace Bentley lyrics
[RiFF RAFF, Soulja Boy - Versace Bentley lyrics]
Riff Raff, Soulja versace Bentley
Straight freestyle, the epic shit
You see the chain and charm
Ugh, rocked out hater
Iced out the cougar car I'm
Lookin' like a Snagit
Lookin' like Jake the Snake
I look like Fred Llama
I give a fuck about yo momma, I drag bumper
Quit it, quickly, bitches look specific
Diamonds steady twistin'
My left hand is glitchin'
Matrix, I play never basic
Do me a favor, yo momma on the pavement
(splash) uh, your girl smell like cinnamon
I ball at Bennigans, sidewalk feminine
Everything's cement, I sit behind tint
Rap game Clark Kent, balling on you bent
You be sittin' on the bench
Cause I'm hangin' on the hardwood
I'mma come through leave
My points understood, keep it gravy
(Swag swag swag swag)
Everybody think we Marcus Jacob
I don't give a fuck cause
Your girlfriend is still basic
Your girlfriend got traded, all way at Macy's
When I come through I leave
The whole Glock stageless (Versace)
Testin', testin', I told her Smith & Wesson
(No instruments)
CLK Compressor for the K up on the dresser
K up off the dresser, Soulja Boy toting toys
I'mma come through in the
Milky Way Almond Joys (swag)
Flossin' in the Bentley with my Reebok
Aiming at yo tear drop
You wanna see why she's hot? she's not
I got yo girl doing push ups
She in my bed now
Laying face down dress down
We on the, on the other side of seven seas
I bob and weave, rap game Muhammad Ali
Soulja, Soulja, Soulja
Fuckin' round with Soulja
Bitch thought I told ya in that yellow Rover
Disrespect the Ocean Mob or SOD it's over
Man, I'm so hot it's like I'm from Pensacola
Nigga don't know where that's at
Bitch that's somewhere down in Florida
Tow with that kay, niggas think I got armour
Fendi bullet proof vest got me flexin'
I jumped out the gym with
My young nigga from Texas
Tote that Smith &: Wesson, in a yellow Lexus
Fuck yo complexion, I'm aiming at any race
Don't make me demonstrate
Talk that shit like Ricky Lake
Nigga see me in the trap
That nigga don't know how to act lil' dre
Sip that kick stand and promethazine
Goddamn I'm a king, Goddamn she's a queen
Goddamn Chef Boyardee
I cook that shit then get it off
Young Dre that be my name
Niggas wanna rip it off don't give a fuck
Bitch it came like it's magic
Merry Christmas, bitch I got 45 static
Goddamn I'm 64, Goddamn I'm 45
Goddamn I aye he go
Got damn I'm dead or alive
Lil' Dre that be my name
I ball when I go to heaven
Walk in the stairway with that fuckin' MAC-11
Never made a shhhh, never gave a damn though
Tote that K up on my
Shoulder just like I'm Rambo
See that nigga Riff Raff
He got unlimited ammo
See me in Egypt on that motherfuckin' camel
Never gave a fuck
Bitch I'm Soulja Boy tell 'em
And I tote that automatic that
Will bust yo cerebellum and I freestyle
Versace, Versace
2012, this that Versace mix tape
Soulja Boy, Riff Raff, SODMG
Straight freestyle, the epic shit
You see the chain and charm
Ugh, rocked out hater
Iced out the cougar car I'm
Lookin' like a Snagit
Lookin' like Jake the Snake
I look like Fred Llama
I give a fuck about yo momma, I drag bumper
Quit it, quickly, bitches look specific
Diamonds steady twistin'
My left hand is glitchin'
Matrix, I play never basic
Do me a favor, yo momma on the pavement
(splash) uh, your girl smell like cinnamon
I ball at Bennigans, sidewalk feminine
Everything's cement, I sit behind tint
Rap game Clark Kent, balling on you bent
You be sittin' on the bench
Cause I'm hangin' on the hardwood
I'mma come through leave
My points understood, keep it gravy
(Swag swag swag swag)
Everybody think we Marcus Jacob
I don't give a fuck cause
Your girlfriend is still basic
Your girlfriend got traded, all way at Macy's
When I come through I leave
The whole Glock stageless (Versace)
Testin', testin', I told her Smith & Wesson
(No instruments)
CLK Compressor for the K up on the dresser
K up off the dresser, Soulja Boy toting toys
I'mma come through in the
Milky Way Almond Joys (swag)
Flossin' in the Bentley with my Reebok
Aiming at yo tear drop
You wanna see why she's hot? she's not
I got yo girl doing push ups
She in my bed now
Laying face down dress down
We on the, on the other side of seven seas
I bob and weave, rap game Muhammad Ali
Soulja, Soulja, Soulja
Fuckin' round with Soulja
Bitch thought I told ya in that yellow Rover
Disrespect the Ocean Mob or SOD it's over
Man, I'm so hot it's like I'm from Pensacola
Nigga don't know where that's at
Bitch that's somewhere down in Florida
Tow with that kay, niggas think I got armour
Fendi bullet proof vest got me flexin'
I jumped out the gym with
My young nigga from Texas
Tote that Smith &: Wesson, in a yellow Lexus
Fuck yo complexion, I'm aiming at any race
Don't make me demonstrate
Talk that shit like Ricky Lake
Nigga see me in the trap
That nigga don't know how to act lil' dre
Sip that kick stand and promethazine
Goddamn I'm a king, Goddamn she's a queen
Goddamn Chef Boyardee
I cook that shit then get it off
Young Dre that be my name
Niggas wanna rip it off don't give a fuck
Bitch it came like it's magic
Merry Christmas, bitch I got 45 static
Goddamn I'm 64, Goddamn I'm 45
Goddamn I aye he go
Got damn I'm dead or alive
Lil' Dre that be my name
I ball when I go to heaven
Walk in the stairway with that fuckin' MAC-11
Never made a shhhh, never gave a damn though
Tote that K up on my
Shoulder just like I'm Rambo
See that nigga Riff Raff
He got unlimited ammo
See me in Egypt on that motherfuckin' camel
Never gave a fuck
Bitch I'm Soulja Boy tell 'em
And I tote that automatic that
Will bust yo cerebellum and I freestyle
Versace, Versace
2012, this that Versace mix tape
Soulja Boy, Riff Raff, SODMG