Soulja Boy - That n***a Not Me (hopsin Diss) lyrics

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Soulja Boy - That n***a Not Me (hopsin Diss) lyrics

I'm the mother f**ing founder I'm the mother f**ing I'm the mother f**ing CDO turn up! I'm so fresh n***a you wanna have swag and checkin in get money like.. Huh huh huh n***a Man f** that other n***a, 'cause that n***a on me I'll be so swagged up flying to this f**ing streets I got test on my own so you're knowin what it be well I get your real friend and get f** with [?] I'll be rhyme in my hood with the swag it go deep the n***as hatin on me but I don't give a damn put me soldier boy tell em I'll be pulling all from yell got me soldier boy tell em I'll be whippin it from bell first of all my n***a boys havin I rip go so deep and we can get it crack I go n***as talk sh**, man all them n***as fake I bet my name soldier boy but b**h have a little drink [Chorus] f** that other n***a 'cause that n***a ain't me [x3] f** that other n***a I'll be off the streets f** that other n***a 'cause that n***a ain't me [x3] f** that other n***a I'll post it in the streets Man I'm bad, man I'm riving is that a problem I've been resolving n***a so sh** got me Kay and out it to this knockin I'll be dray, I'll be paid, I'll be pulling all on blaze I'll be f**in all these hoes yeah it's the pre-boy game I'll be flaxin with my chain Charlie go with my arm and my God I'ma start am I go that swan, I'ma sell so long 'cause I wake up with my swag and I'm so much money when is coming by the bag stacks on stacks on stacks is hair b**h you know what's up with my n***as with me and we don't give a f** and I give my drinks other drinks and f** the drink, hold the drink it must cause a drink my chain and I'm like a rainbow so [Chorus] f** that other n***a 'cause that n***a ain't me [x3] f** that other n***a I'll be off the streets f** that other n***a 'cause that n***a ain't me [x3] f** that other n***a I'll post it in the streets Omg, b**h no sell I'll be riding with my [?] f**ing game in this b**h dray you know we're pulling triggers I'll be tearing on my chest I'll be tearing on my back so we got a f**in Porsche damn rack, damn rack Oh my God