Juelz Santana - Soft lyrics

[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 sponsored links 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…