mean mug lyrics – soulja boy

“mean mug”
(feat. 50 cent)

[soulja boy:]
my flow sicker, your dough thick, well my dough thicker
you talk sh*t i will kick your door n*gg*
i call my goons, my brand new chopper is coming soon

[50 cent:]
ak47 got them dialing 9-11
i pull that trigger, you f*ck with my lil n*gg*
i come through get ya, hop out them hollow’s h*t ya
keep thinking it’s a game, n*gg*’s ain’t playing

[soulja boy:]
soulja boy i’ll bust your brain
a n*gg* talking all that sh*t
y’all n*gg*s cannot represent
f*cking with the youngest killer, youngest gorilla n*gg*
split ya i deal with ya

[50 cent:]
knife sticker, ice picker, run for ya life n*gg*
i won’t tell ya twice
b*tch go run do the dougie, all the gangsta’s they love me
these hoes they be all on me
they can’t help that they want me
they want me back

[soulja boy:]
i’m on another level, b*tch you heard me say that do you
sod i never mentioned you cause you not worthy

[50 cent:]
yeah, we royalty don’t talk to me
b*tch you not worthy

[chorus: soulja boy]
mean mug, n*gg* you gon mug who?
rob me? n*gg* we gon rob you
choppers on me, n*gg*s we don’t give a f*ck
i’m in the club, n*gg* f*ck your mean mugs
f*ck your mean mugs
n*gg* f*ck your mean mug
f*ck your mean mug
n*gg* f*ck your mean mug
f*ck your mean mug
n*gg* f*ck your mean mug
f*ck your mean mug
n*gg* f*ck your mean mug

[50 cent:]
when i’m trippin’ i’m twisted, i slap my clip in
when i flip, hoe duck down when i start gettin’
i’m iced out, b*tch my neck and my ears drippin’
i lost count all this paper i be gettin’

[soulja boy:]
any f*cking game n*gg* p*ss me the ball
and watch a n*gg* ball, i’m gucci to the draws
i’m money over all, i don’t really give a f*ck
tatted on my neck and throat and them girls lick me up

[50 cent:]
lick me up til i pop shawty swallow evry drop
from the b*lls to the top
she must do this sh*t a lot
she’s a freak she’s a pro
got that paper it’s a go
bring the kush, bring the dro
she might bless ya on the low

[soulja boy:]
man, that’s why i pick you up off the ground
if you make a f*cking sound
disrespect my f*cking crew
b*tch is you f*cking clown
get the f*ck back n*gg*
we up in the club
high as f*ck, talk sh*t and you gon get dropped


yeah, misery loves company n*gg*
i send you to see your dead motherf*cking homies

/ soulja boy lyrics