Leather So Soft Lyrics
Lil Wayne
Yeah money…
My leather so soft. My tops so soft. I probley hand it off. These niggas so soft. And I go so hard.
Bitch I go so hard.
She says my leather so soft. My tops so soft. I probley hand it off. These niggas so soft. And I go so hard. (Bitch I go so hard)
Look,
I get money hoe, fuck what you talking bout,
Straight out the slaughterhouse. Straight out the dragons mouth.
Fire you can't put out. Tires that standin out
The coop looks pidgeon toed. I be in a different mode
I be with dem different hoe no I mean those different hoes. I mean them weezy bambaclock different hoes
And as far as terrific goes, they kiss that dick with no mistle toe
Diamonds and pearls and pussy hoes snortin coke till their nose bleeds
Im sittin high on them inches, im in the nose bleeds
Im on a paper chase, until my toes bleed
Then I get on these beats, and let my soul bleed
I put em in your head. And watch the hoes bleed
My rag always red like when them hoes bleed
Now that’s cold bleed. No, I mean cold-blooded
And im so southern and that’s why my leathers so soft
Chorus
Birdman
She’s soft as a bush nigga
She purple like kush nigga
We high on that money nigga
We get it from cook nigga
Hit em wit that crook nigga
Fuckin wit crooks nigga
Know we bought that money and we stackin like books nigga
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Know what I do nigga
Them tear drops are true nigga
We stay so fly, robbin the coops nigga
Rolls Royce Corniches, and asses by the bleachers
Blowin on that puff, and we drivin foreign features
Higher than whoever nigga,
Know we bout that cheddar nigga
Know I gotta Tommy gun gave one to my youngin' son
And we got it together, 47 51, you gonn hear us when we come daddy
Chorus
Lil Wayne
You see the paper gonn come, if not im gonna go n get it.
I gotta die with money 'cause I wasn’t born with it.
It was 9/27, 82 baby do charity, hospital, AKA the city zoo has no pity to no one nobody, not all man, they drop us in the game and everybody’s tryin to ball
And the small hand a touch ya the large hand a cut ya.
But until that day, I be a mutha fuckin stunna.
Birdman
Ball till I fall, I done did it for my dogs
Ball till I fall, I done did it for yall
Ball till I fall, I done did it for me nigga
Ball till I fall, that’s the way it's gonn be nigga
Up in the early I done did it for sunshine
Candy on the paint, every time I touch mine nine stays cocked, 'cause im good with fine nines
Alligator with the swades, ridin them 25s
Chorus
