Soulja Boy - Chun Li Lyrics | FAST DOWNLOAD

Pistol play and brick talk nigga...
Bentleys and chickens nigga...
Bricks and pistols nigga...
Fuck you mean, nigga? Yeah....
You disrespect me and my gang, i'm coming to yo' crib nigga...
Fuck you talkin' bout nigga?

[Hook]
I dare a pussy nigga try me
In the trap, selling dope, kicking shit like Chun Li, Chun Li, Chun Li
Kicking shit like Chun Li
Selling brick, sippin' lean, kicking shit like Chun Li
Uh

[Verse 1]
They got the trap on fire
Young nigga post up like Street Fighter
Riding the Lamb on the wire
I got that Lambo on fire
I got yo' house on fire
Run in yo' house like Street Fighter
I got that trap on fire, I got that strap on fire
I got snapped by the paparazzi
I was ridin' on a Kawasaki
Money comin' on me, on my body
Tattoos on my body, yeah she on my body
Hop in the molly, we up in Folly's
Hop on the Mazi I take off the Maserati
And you know that they got the Ducati
Young Soulja Boy, I don't go to the money
Go to the money, I go get the money
Kicking shit like I'm Chun Li nigga
Fuck around, you gon' dissapear
AK 47 hit his ear
He talking that shit but he last year
Then Soulja Tell 'Em make him disappear!
30 thousand and it's up in my ear
Sipping on lean an (?) the clear

[Hook]
I dare a pussy nigga try me
In the trap, selling dope, kicking shit like Chun Li, Chun Li, Chun Li
Kicking shit like Chun Li
Selling brick, sippin' lean, kicking shit like Chun Li

[Verse 2]
Run in yo' house just like home alone
Pouring lean in my Styrofoam
Pussy nigga talking on the internet
I'm a send my killers straight to his home
AK 47 hit in his dome
(hit em, hit em)
He thought he was on, but now that nigga gone
Now they blowing my phone
Shout out my OG, he put me on
I put this shit and I wrote it in a song
Pussy nigga better not come to my zone
Made a million dollars off of my phone
I can trap and do this shit all alone
AK 47 come all alone
All my niggas, they get money
Hop out the wrist [?] and we serving' em
Nigga, them onions! (?)
Maybe if I call 'em [?] my shooters, they coming
Send em to (?) them niggas they runnin'
Nigga talking better pray to his reverend
I'm shooting hollow tips, we send 'em to heaven
ATL, I'm the shit here!
Hopped in the Lambo and switched to the 6th gear!
Young Soulja Boy I count big bills!
You fuck with this gang you got' disappear!
15 thousand on my left ear!
The AP, the Rollie, it look like a chandelier!
Look at my diamonds go "burr!"
I'm sipping on lean, i'm not fuckin' with beer

[Hook]
I dare a pussy nigga try me
In the trap selling dope kicking shit like Chun Li, Chun Li, Chun Li
Kicking shit like Chun Li
Selling brick, sippin' lean, kicking shit like Chun Li