Testi Iy Yi Yi - SOLE

Iy Yi Yi

Yeah, yeah, yeah\nSole', never saw me comin', uh\nMy brigade, some bad bitches\nIf ya get doped with bezels\nYour neck, wrist and fixed clothes\nYou spit flows, your click roll\nAnd ride with lorenzo’s, say\nIy yi yi yi, iy yi yi (woo!)\nIy yi yi yi, iy yi yi\nUgh, got these niggas by the balls\nSee me comin', drop the drawers, stop and pause\nHear me bustas, better drop the charge\nMothafucka, I’m about to roar\nSpittin' at the sad nigga with the cup of dom, wha\nThese mothafuckas can’t see me\nYou mothafuckas can’t be me\nThese mothafuckas can’t read me\nYou mothafuckas, you need me\nFollowin' with that who dat, it’s true dat\nRip shit like a true bitch, you knew that\nCall to my girls, we gon' do that\nAny bitch that’s havin' a clue that\n9−9, time to shine, comin' with the fine rhymes\nLine, line, hang it up, here comes\nMine’s mine\nWanna get paper due\nChicks mistake the doo when I sway through\nAny nigga in the place gon' hate, so I make mom and pop and diamond case\nSo I be mucho luciano, true low\nYou know b-o be in montigo bay sunbathin' topless, out in the tropics\nEatin' good, what’s for lunch?\nCrab licked, and lobsters\nRunnin' with many cats, sole' (probably blazed out)\nGet that cheddar, nothin' better\nY’all keep talkin', yeah whatever\nKeep yappin', we gon' continue to make this party happen\nI’m fittin' to cake now\nCheck it out, break down\nAll ya dogs, startin' to act fake now\nFirst album dropped, but ya ain’t nuttin'\nBar slangin' for the take-down\nOh, you wanna hate now?\nShut me down? fuck y’all clowns\nAt y’all now, bust em down\nSole' evil, bobbi boss platinum bound\nYou irritating hoes don’t stress me\nAnd try to cop a fit, listen to my shit\nAnd trick split when you show these suckas you ain’t havin' it\nMax to this, quit your dis, this a new chick, you familiar with\nIt’s frequently comin' from this sis miss bitch\nThat’s what I gotta be, my soldiers full on side of me\nOh they ain’t scared to ride for me\nAll my niggas will die for me\nI place these niggas inside of me\nSo raise your hand real high for me\nDon’t let no pussy slide with me\nOh, you think you gon' roll with me?\nJust any ol' nigga can’t roll with me\nWanna see your niggas? ?\nDon’t need no monkeys sworin' me, huh\nYou feel the pain, pain?\nWe droppin' game, game\nYou’ll go insane, feelin' the heat from this mic\nComin' real real tight tight, ah-ight?\nUgh, bitches, now what you know 'bout this?\nThese niggas wanna taste the best of licks\nThe led filled chick, that spit this raunchy led filled shit\nSee, I’m that «niggas wanna eat me on my period» bitch\nI’m serious bitch\nThat stray ho gettin' curious, bitch\nGot kiddies shakin' in their boots, they scared to fight me in this\nThis pocahontas bitch got bitches straight re-writin' they shit\nI’m iy yi yi 'n on this mothafucka, keepin' you lit\nGot veteran niggas in this mothafucka ridin' my clit\nSee, tricky shine on this shit\nGot nothin' but dimes in my click\nAnd 2 of the baddest mothafuckas out here 'round on this shit\nThink you come hard, come with it\nThen hear me ballin', forget it\nDon’t put the mic down and quit\nThen ain’t no bitch can fuck with it!!!\nIy yi yi yi, iy yi yi (woo!)\nIy yi yi yi, iy yi yi\nIy yi yi yi, iy yi yi (woo!)\nIy yi yi yi, iy yi yi\nWe off the chain nigga\nWe runnin' game nigga\nYou wanna bang nigga\nIt ain’t no thang nigga\nWe off the chain nigga\nWe runnin' game nigga\nYou wanna bang nigga\nIt ain’t no thang nigga\nAh-ight? !