Soulja Boy, 50 Cent - Mean Mug lyrics

50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]

[Soulja Boy, 50 Cent - Mean Mug lyrics]

Soulja!

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
AK-47 got 'em dialing 911
I pull that trigger
Y'all fuck with my lil' nigga
I come through, get ya, hop out
Them hollows hit ya
Keep thinking it's a game
Niggas ain't playin'
Soulja Boy, I'll bust your brain
Nigga talking all that shit
Y'all niggas cannot represent
Fucking with a young ass killer
Young ass gorilla
Nigga, I'll split ya, I'll deal
With ya, knife stick ya, ice pick ya
Run for your life, nigga
I won't tell ya twice bitch, go run, do the
Dougie, all the gangstas, they love me
These hoes, they be all on me
They can't help that they want me
They want me back
I'm on another level, bitch, you
Heard me say that, didn't you?
SOD, I never mentioned you
Because you not worthy
Yeah, we royalty, don't talk to me, bitch
You not worthy

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 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
Fuck your mean mug, nigga, fuck your mean mug

When I'm trippin', I'm twisted
I slap my clip in when I flip, ho
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'
Any fucking game, nigga, pass me the ball
And watch a nigga ball
I'm Gucci to the drawers i'm money over all
I don't really give a fuck
Tatted on my neck and throat and
Them girls lick me up lick me up 'til I pop
Shawty swallow every 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 you on the low
Man, that's why I picked you off the ground
If you make a fucking sound
Disrespect my fucking crew, bitch
Is you a fucking clown?
Get the fuck back, nigga, we up in the club
High as fuck
Talk shit and you gon' get dropped

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 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
Fuck your mean mug, nigga, fuck your mean mug

Yeah, misery loves company, nigga
I'll send you to see
Yo' dead motherfuckin' homies
Come right close to you, 187 to most of you
Chop-Choppin' out the window
Fuck is the matter with yo' face, nigga?
What the fuck is you lookin at?
I will spin that motherfuckin' barrel at you
Nigga
Try me, ooh, I want you to try me, nigga!

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