Soulja Boy - Shoppin' Spree (Feat Gucci Mane And Yo Gotti) | Текст песни

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[Chorus]
Left ring 10 houndred cash
Neckpiece 30 grand
Whip cost 300 grand
God damn I'm on a shoppin spree
Bracelet 20 bags
Rims cost me 5 grand
House cost 500 cash
God damn I'm on a shoppin spree

[Soulja Boy]
Lyin' in a whip that don't release until 2010
50 thousand dollars spent just to make my rims spin
Half a million dollars spent on the house I live in
Even more spent on the seat I sit my ass in
Soulja boy tell em a.k.a the assassin
Prises cuts in my watch like I threw sum glass in
Damn exclusive shit sent from china
If u lookin' for me I'm probably in yo girls vagina
I'm lookin' in the mirror tell me who's finer
Bought a Lamborghini didn't need to cosigner
What I spit is just minor
Every cut served soulja boys headliner
Damn now tell me you don't feel this
You can't say I'm just one hit
Are you bitch niggas serious
I'm quick on track like fast and the furious

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[Gucci Mane]
Chevy to a chevy chevy to a lamborghinin'
You can't be me or see me unless you see me on TV
Shine and greezy I wonder Stevie Wonder can see me
Necklace a jungle of greed just check my selectional pieces
I got a stupid collection you see
Chain worth a millie you sill wille a millie and 20
Man I pass out 50s an 20s
I pass out 50s an 20s I pass out 100s and 50s
We make more money than chemist, Doctors, the lawyers, the dentist,
Chemist, the doctors, the lawyers, your money together couldn't get you
2 door Gurraro 160
Drop top 120
House worth a million and three dual trust 63 g's
Old schools a hundred a piece
That cost me 75 gs, 65 actually but my rims coast me ten of them thangs
Gucci yo gotti the king
Soulja done did it again
This team be 82 gs that be worth 82 keys

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[Yo Gotti]
Money ain't the option
Let's give you an option
You go to your stash partner an I'll come out my pockets
2 hundred hundreds
That like 20 grad
Just enough for me to buy my briden a new band
I'm like soulja boy tell me
They think that I'm playin'
Come down her to tennesse and see that I'm the man
Ain't talkin' 'bout no rappin'
I'm talkin' 'bout that tramppin'
I'm talkin' 'bout that brick I'll ram it straight up pistol package?
Ringpiece 2000 grand
Neckpiece 4000 grand
Infinicop chevy but instead I went and coped a lim
Took your bitch on a shoppin' spree
Gucci? Man I think their whore in love with
Ain't got security I keep lots of thugs with me
We call them goons cause I rock lots of jewelery
Cocaine everything
Who the fuck ain't feelin' me
Gun powder on the market
Realest nigger in the streets

[Chorus]

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