[Intro: Rick Ross]
They say I’m comin’ too hard, huh?
I say these n***as comin’ too soft
All them n***as soft
Yeah…
Go for that 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 n***as so soft
My AK for a**aults
I’m sippin’ this sauce
My dick won’t stay soft
My car seats so soft
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These Z Tags say “boss”
You hoe n***as so soft
You hoe n***as so soft
[Verse: Juelz Santana]
My car seats so soft
Your army so soft
Real b**h and she like me
‘cause I make sure she get off
These n***as 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
sh**, tell me somethin’ I don’t know
Got a bad b**h 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 k**ed fast
Y’all n***as like soft booty
Get it? Real a**
You hoe n***as so soft
Why don’t you hoe n***as get lost?
I’ll pay to see you gone
How much is you n***as gon’ cost?
[Hook: Rick Ross]
You hoe n***as so soft
You hoe n***as so soft
You hoe n***as so soft
You hoe n***as so soft
[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 b**hes ain’t all yours
None of these n***as hardcore
Young fly n***a, I’m fresh, man!
Bad b**h with me at soph*more
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 f** me
‘Cause that leather handle so soft
All I know is go hard
High as f**, I’m on Mars
My pockets on black card
‘Cause it ain’t no limit (ain’t no limit)
To the sh** I’m spendin’ (sh** I’m spendin’)
It’s double-M-G (double-M-G)
Yeah n***a, we winnin'
[Hook: Rick Ross]
You hoe n***as so soft
You hoe n***as so soft
You hoe n***as so soft
You hoe n***as so soft
[Verse: Fabolous]
I’m in the hood with that white thing…
Mister Softee
Tell them kids don’t run up
Got it on me, now get ‘em off me
Get ‘em off me, get ‘em off me
Before I make it hot like coffee
Just seen ‘em put a hole-in-one
and I ain’t gon’ let ‘em golf me
Got a O-Z of that loudmouth
My smoke never speak softly
Ride on that dick flow
My b**h never go off-beat
Only time that I’m off feet
Known to stand on my own two
If you ‘round me, you gotta go hard
Soft n***as I don’t do
These n***as ain’t family
If you was, I would’ve disowned you
And f**ed b**hes that won’t do
Call a b**h who want to
Gotta feel me, my texture
These dumb b**hes too extra
I just kicked this b**h up off the bus, had to “next” her
I’m too strong in these streets, boy
Please don’t make me flex up
You know nothin’ ‘bout this
I do this, I’m a expert
DVs go off, like the TVs in my loft
That’s HD on my HT
These hoe n***as so soft…