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RIFF RAFF & SOULJA BOY lyrics : "Versace Bentley"

[Intro]
Riff Raff, Soulja
Versace Bentley

Straight freestyle, the epic %#@!
You see the chain and charm


[Verse 1: Riff Raff]
Ugh, rocked out hater
Iced out the cougar car I'm lookin' like a Snagit

Lookin' like Jake the Snake, I look like Fred Llama
I give a f**k about yo momma, I drag bumper
Quit it, quickly, bi**hes look specific

Diamonds steady twistin', my left hand is glitchin'
Matrix, I play never basic
Do me a favor, yo momma on the pavement (splash)

Uh, your girl smell like cinnamon
I ball at Bennigans, sidewalk feminine
Everything's cement, I sit behind tint

Rap game Clark Kent, balling on you bent
You be sittin' on the bench, cause I'm hangin' on the hardwood
I'mma come through leave my points understood, keep it gravy (Swag swag swag swag)

Everybody think we Marcus Jacob
I don't give a f**k cause your girlfriend is still basic
Your girlfriend got traded, all way at Macy's

When I come through I leave the whole Glock stageless (Versace)
Testin', testin', I told her Smith & Wesson (No instruments)
CLK Compressor for the K up on the dresser

K up off the dresser, Soulja Boy toting toys
I'mma come through in the Milky Way Almond Joys (swag)
Flossin' in the Bentley with my Reebok

Aiming at yo tree top, you wanna see why she's hot, she's not
I got yo girl doing push ups, she in my bed now
Laying face down dress down

We on the, on the other side of seven seas
I bob and weave, rap game Muhammad Ali
Soulja, Soulja, Soulja


[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
$#&@in' round with Soulja, bi**h thought I told ya

In that yellow Rover
Disrespect the Ocean Mob or S.O.D it's over
Man, I'm so hot it's like I'm from Pensacola

^!$$% don't know where that's at, bi**h that's somewhere down in Florida
Tow with that kay, ^!$$%s think I got armour
Fendi bullet proof vest got me flexin'

I jumped out the gym with my young ^!$$% from Texas
Tote that Smith &: Wesson, in a yellow Lexus
$#&@ yo complexion, I'm aiming at any race

Don't make me demonstrate, talk that %#@! like Ricky Lake
^!$$% see me in the trap, that ^!$$% don't know how to act
Lil' dre, sip that kick stand and promethazine

!@%& I'm a king, !@%& she's a queen
!@%& Chef Boyardee, I cook that %#@! then get it off
Young Dre that be my name, ^!$$%s wanna rip it off

Don't give a f**k, bi**h it came like it's magic
Merry Christmas, bi**h I got 45 static
!@%& I'm 64, !@%& I'm 45

!@%& I aye he go, got damn I'm dead or alive
Lil' Dre that be my name, I ball when I go to heaven
Walk in the stairway with that f**kin' MAC-11

Never made a shhhh, never gave a damn though
Tote that K up on my shoulder just like I'm Rambo
See that ^!$$% Riff Raff, he got unlimited ammo

See me in Egypt on that motherf**kin' camel
Never gave a f**k, bi**h I'm Soulja Boy tell 'em
And I tote that automatic that will bust yo cerebellum

And I freestyle

[Outro]

Versace, Versace
2012, this that Versace mix tape
Soulja Boy, Riff Raff, SODMG


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