Soulja Boy - Johnny Cage lyrics

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Soulja Boy - Johnny Cage lyrics

[Intro] Damn, these ni**as broke as a motherfu*ka, bro, what the fu*k goin' on, bro? I'm not on enough, gettin' money 'round, this motherfu*ka wet What you lookin' at, ni**a? Head shot, face shot [Chorus] Uh, uh, bust down everything Two chains on me, ni**a, I let it bang I ain't check the sh*t, I'm walkin' the door, strap, must not know my name Two pistols on my hip like I'm Max Payne On the save, VVS my chain, I'm SOD Money Gang Bust down Cartier came from Johnny Dang Air out on the freeway, double R, ni**a, it not a thang Two thousand cash for these buffets, dark frames like Johnny Cage [Verse 1] Hunnid fifty thou' cash in the save, fu*kin' America Express Head shot, face shot, gang ni**a reachin' for my nеck It's a water, water wet, Audеmars Piguet and a new Patek I jumped off the porch and I jumped on a jet Jump, jump, jumped on a jet Uh, uh, ni**as mad, get here with the TEC Uh, seven-six-two, two-two-three, bullets hit the hardest On this private jet, big Boeing, I went to the forest Bust down, bust down, bust down my Rollie Double R, double R, he actin' like he know me Big stick on me, air knock down your big homie F&N on the backseat, who gon' pick on me? Uh, uh, uh, uh, I'm a dumb mind ni**a get DP, jump like the lunch line Bling, bling, blaow, lookin' at the water on my neck like wow F&N spray the crowd, ni**a, on gang [Chorus] Uh, uh, bust down everything Two chains on me, ni**a, I let it bang I ain't check the sh*t, I'm walkin' the door, strap, must not know my name Two pistols on my hip like I'm Max Payne On the save, VVS my chain, I'm SOD, Money Gang Bust down Cartier came from Johnny Dang Air out on the freeway, double R, ni**a, it not a thang Two thousand cash for these buffets, dark frames like Johnny Cage [Verse 2] Bust down, bust down, VVS on my teeth, ni**a (Bust down) Buy a new chain every week, ni**a SOD the gang, I fell in love with beef, ni**a Murder gang, money gang, I hang with some street ni**as Seven-six-two, bullets knock down the street, ni**a Fifty thousand for my feet, ni**a, I gotta eat, ni**a Homie, twenty-five thousand on CashApp every week, ni**a Have to get money, it's out, sixteen, how the fu*k you mad at me, ni**a? On the set, ni**a, whatever you did, I been did that Big, big choppa blow his whole wet bag Big, big Backwood, I smoke for a week, ni**a Three point five, we was smokin' on back fourteen, ni**a, on gang Big ice gang, big ice chain Two pistols on me, I spray the whole gang Messin' with the squad, ni**a, you must be insane I done bust down the Cartier and I'ma bust down my frames, ni**a, on my gang [Outro] On my set (Soulja) ni**as b*tch What's wrong with y'all ni**as, ni**a? Y'all know what the fu*k goin' on, make the room move (Prr), gon' doubt it

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