Juelz Santana feat. Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Da Bomb /a/ - Soft (Remix)

Published on Jun 20, 2013
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Bomb Shelter Entertainment
Juelz Santana feat. Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Da Bomb /a/ - Soft (Remix)

Soft Remix feat Da Bomb /a/

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(Lyrics)
[Intro: Rick Ross]
They say I'm comin' too hard, huh?
I say these niggas comin' too soft
All them niggas soft
Niggas over there are soft

[Hook: Rick Ross]
I sold that brick soft
This why I sell, so soft
My girl hair so soft
These Louis shoes so soft
You hoe niggas so soft
My AK for assaults
I'm sippin' this sauce
My dick won't stay soft
My car seats so soft
These Z Tags say "boss"
You hoe niggas so soft
You hoe niggas so soft

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
My car seats so soft
Your army so soft
Real nigga and she like me
'Cause I make sure she get off
These niggas claimin' they winnin'
But when I'm around they lost
I'm in a new car, four door, double R, logo
Big rims, no spokes, small tires, low-pro
You pussies know that I'm no joke
How you want it? 4-O?
Four four for cinco, no ocho, just blow-blow
Still duckin' the po-po
I make her come back like a yo-yo
I'm like Ice T with that white girl
Still gettin' money off cocoa
Still flyer than all y'all
Shit, tell me somethin' I don't know
Got a bad bitch bouncin' on my stick
Like a pogo, screamin' "YOLO"
My diamonds be shinin'
Like a snow cone, I'm so froze
Far as that dough goes
I'm Russell Simmons, you JoJo
My type get real cash
Your type get killed fast
Y'all niggas like soft booty
Get it? Real ass
You hoe niggas so soft
Why don't you hoe niggas get lost?
I'll pay to see you gone
How much is you niggas gon' cost?

[Hook: Rick Ross]

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Right back in the hood, fresh off tour
Jumpin' out that new four-door
Bust down APR shores
All this stuntin' ain't called for
None of these bitches ain't all yours
None of these niggas hardcore
Young fly nigga, I'm fresh, man!
Bad bitch with me at sophomore
My Rolex is like Mayweather's
I make it rain like May weather
Ask them hoes at KOD
I don't throw paper, I spray cheddar
Your whip mean? Mine way better
Chicks they greet and love me
Up in the corner and hug me
Go all these hoes tryin' to fuck me
'Cause that leather handle so soft
All I know is go hard
High as fuck, I'm on Mars
My pockets on black card
'Cause it ain't no limit (ain't no limit)
To the shit I'm spendin' (shit I'm spendin')
It's double-M-G (double-M-G)
Yeah nigga, we winnin'

[Hook: Rick Ross]

[Verse 3: Da Bomb /a/]
They too soft, lookin somethin like a pillow/
These Mr. Smiths is bitch, I go and call em Willow//
Wack rappers, Body Bags, I Kill Those/
I stay spittin flame, but some how my rhymes still froze//
Jim Jones'n the game, I'm a vampire/
They claim to run the block, like what? a flat tire?//
Record spinnin, I'm sleepin on em, you could say I'm tired/
Can't spare to be gassed up, they should Retire//
Bomb never been soft rhyme style straight katana/
Clownin rappers all day, like the shit was Yo Momma//
they softer than the interiors in new a Honda/
Push me, I spit more fire power than Contra//
Come up short like Danny Devito's Childhood/
Wearin a pull over only time I've seen em in the hood//
They laying down on the job, that's understood/
Never soft, lumber salesmen, always give their girl the wood//


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