Juelz Santana - Soft Lyrics
[Featuring: Fabolous, Meek Mill & Rick Ross][Intro: Rick Ross]They say I’m comin’ too hard, huh?I say these niggas comin’ too softAll them niggas softNiggas over there are soft[Hook: Rick Ross]I sold that brick softThis YSL, so softMy girl ass so softThese Louis shoes so softYou ho niggas so softMy AK for assaultsI’m sippin’ this sauceMy dick won’t stay softMy car seats so softThese Heat Tags say “boss”You ho niggas so soft(x2)[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]My car seats so softYour army so softReal nigga and she like me ‘cause I make sure she get offThese niggas claimin’ they winnin’ but when I’m around they lostI’m in a new car, four door, double R, logoBig rims, no spokes, small tires, low-proYou pussies know that I’m no jokeHow you want it? 4-O?Four four for cinco, no ocho, just blow-blowStill duckin’ the po-poI make her come back like a yo-yoI’m like Ice-T with that white girl, still gettin’ money off CocoStill flyer than all y’all, shit tell me somethin’ I don’t knowGot a bad ***** bouncin’ on my stick like a pogo, screamin’ YOLOMy diamonds be shinin’, like a snow cone, I’m so frozeFar as that dough goes I’m Russell Simmons, you JoJoMy type get real cash, your type get killed fastY’all niggas like soft booty - Get it? Real assYou ho niggas so soft, why don’t you ho 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 tourJumpin’ out that new four-doorBust down APR shoresAll this stuntin’ ain’t called forNone of these *****es ain’t all yoursNone of these niggas hardcoreYoung fly nigga, I’m fresh, man!Bad ***** with me at sophomoreMy Rolex is like Mayweather’sI make it rain like May weatherAsk them hoes at KODI don’t throw paper, I spray cheddarYour whip mean? Mine way betterChicks they greet and love meUp in the corner and hug meGo all these hoes tryin’ to ***** me ‘Cause that leather handle so softAll I know is go hardHigh as *****, I’m on MarsMy 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: Fabolous]I’m in the hood with that white thing…Mister SofteeTell them kids don’t run upGot it on me, now get ‘em off meGet ‘em off me, get ‘em off meBefore I make it hot like coffeeJust seen ‘em put a hole-in-oneAnd I ain’t gon’ let ‘em golf meGot a O-Z of that loudmouthMy smoke never speak softlyRide on that dick flowMy ***** never go off-beatOnly time that I’m off feetKnown to stand on my own twoIf you ‘round me, you gotta go hardSoft niggas I don’t doThese niggas ain’t familyIf you was, I would’ve disowned youAnd *****ed *****es that won’t doCall a ***** who want toGotta feel me, my textureThese dumb *****es too extraI just kicked this ***** up off the bus, had to “next” herI’m too strong in these streets, boyPlease don’t make me flex upYou know nothin’ ‘bout thisI do this, I’m a expertDVs go off, like the TVs in my loftThat’s HD on my HTThese ho niggas so soft…
