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Soulja Kamp
by Kutside Wop
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If he ain't a soulja he ain't one of us
We on the same path we goin run it up up
Grinding till its over you cant come wit us
You gotta show yo loyalty cause we ran outta love
Headed towards the money ian never looking back
Tryna get it in get in the way we goin attack
Heavy on saying fuck it drop the lo like where you at
These niggas ain't goin touch me I put that on Soulja Kamp
It's time to show a nigga where we comin from show em that we coming dumb
You lil niggas nothing but some bitches you yo mother son
Only plan is coming up boy you sweet as bubble gum
On that fucking kamp you play me wrong and im goin fuck you up
If he ain't a soulja then that boy ain't one of my kind
Smoking good green popeye make the glock fire
This a good thing my time spent with my squad had hood dreams
Now we all dream yacht size
Only way you take off if you put the work in
Never leave my brothers my brothers my first friends
We made it through the gutta how gutta this verse is
You can't take me off my hustle or hustler's I work with
If he ain't a soulja he ain't one of us
We on the same path we goin run it up up
Grinding 'till its over you cant come wit us
You gotta show yo loyalty cause we ran outta love
Headed towards the money ian never looking back
Tryna get it in get in the way we goin attack
Heavy on saying fuck it drop the lo like where you at
These niggas aint goin touch me I put that on Soulja Kamp
If I was you then I'll move them souljas coming through
They do not give a fuck a leave you red over them blues
They know that when its up they gotta up its time to shoot
Bitch keep yo pistol tucked you goin get plucked for moving loose
You cross that line ain't goin back we got that iron we blowin straps
Drop yo lo bitch where you at they on go they chasing hats
They in mode they leave you flat, blahbuhhhhhhh
Bitch dont play wit Soulja Kamp
Ima only tell you one time, don't diss on Kutside
I got that rod this the gun line you cross it its up now
If he ain't a soulja he ain't one of us
We on the same path we goin run it up up
Grinding till its over you cant come wit us
You gotta show yo loyalty cause we ran outta love
Headed towards the money ian never looking back
Tryna get it in get in the way we goin attack
Heavy on saying fuck it drop the lo like where you at
These niggas ain't goin touch me I put that on Soulja Kamp
If he ain't a soulja he ain't one of us
We on the same path we goin run it up up
Grinding till its over you cant come wit us
You gotta show yo loyalty cause we ran outta love
Headed towards the money ian never looking back
Tryna get it in get in the way we goin attack
Heavy on saying fuck it drop the lo like where you at
These niggas ain't goin touch me I put that on Soulja Kamp
It's time to show a nigga where we comin from show em that we coming dumb
You lil niggas nothing but some bitches you yo mother son
Only plan is coming up boy you sweet as bubble gum
On that fucking kamp you play me wrong and im goin fuck you up
If he ain't a soulja then that boy ain't one of my kind
Smoking good green popeye make the glock fire
This a good thing my time spent with my squad had hood dreams
Now we all dream yacht size
Only way you take off if you put the work in
Never leave my brothers my brothers my first friends
We made it through the gutta how gutta this verse is
You can't take me off my hustle or hustler's I work with
If he ain't a soulja he ain't one of us
We on the same path we goin run it up up
Grinding 'till its over you cant come wit us
You gotta show yo loyalty cause we ran outta love
Headed towards the money ian never looking back
Tryna get it in get in the way we goin attack
Heavy on saying fuck it drop the lo like where you at
These niggas aint goin touch me I put that on Soulja Kamp
If I was you then I'll move them souljas coming through
They do not give a fuck a leave you red over them blues
They know that when its up they gotta up its time to shoot
Bitch keep yo pistol tucked you goin get plucked for moving loose
You cross that line ain't goin back we got that iron we blowin straps
Drop yo lo bitch where you at they on go they chasing hats
They in mode they leave you flat, blahbuhhhhhhh
Bitch dont play wit Soulja Kamp
Ima only tell you one time, don't diss on Kutside
I got that rod this the gun line you cross it its up now
If he ain't a soulja he ain't one of us
We on the same path we goin run it up up
Grinding till its over you cant come wit us
You gotta show yo loyalty cause we ran outta love
Headed towards the money ian never looking back
Tryna get it in get in the way we goin attack
Heavy on saying fuck it drop the lo like where you at
These niggas ain't goin touch me I put that on Soulja Kamp
