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Never Loosin Video (MV)




Performed By: Soulja Livin' Tru
Language: English
Length: 2:51
Written by: Daniel Lewis




Soulja Livin' Tru - Never Loosin Lyrics




Soulja Livin' tru

I do Flint and D beats cause I know them boys
Hit ya street with the shh, it ain't no remorse
I'm on that Scarface shit, nigga the world is yours
Hit stick a bitch quick, she couldn't hold the noise
I done made it out the trap, I get racks to rap
Them crackers get you f*ck niggas and you rats to rap
Huh, me tellin' my daughter, no, yeah that's some cap
Bout her, you know it's on the floor, nigga, that's a fact
I ain't signed yet, but everybody think I did
Double M, big business, you know what it is
One eighty third, 17th, get it how you live
I got plays from Hallandale, way to hialeah
Huh, nigga, I'm like diarrhea
I be shittin' on everything, that's how high I am
I be hearing let me get a check before I hit, how I am
Might just pull up in a Vette, but that's just how I am
Nigga think he f*ckin' with me, tell him try again
Feel good every time a clucker buy again
Floatin' good, nigga back gettin' high again
If you no good, nigga ain't finna tie you in
Catch me slidin' through the wind in the whitest Benz
Nigga, all I see is snow, I got the whitest lens
Soulja Ree just got a scope, it got the whitest lens
Run the streets, we gon' need some new tires, where the Midas man
Nigga, jack, frank, grants, I got the whitest friends
Between the first and the third, I get my advance
Cluckers lyin' round the curb, tryna buy them thangs
I trap with molly, coke, and dope, you know how that bang
Nigga, Soulja Livin' Tru we is not a gang
Yeah, we do the same thing, but we don't do it the same

I done put a bllrrdd on that blick, we ain't shooting' the same
Told you this shit got a scope like we at the range
Put a nigga head in the scope and take out his brain
Take the head off the goat and left his ass with curry stains
Bro when we spin on the opps it's like a hurricane
Smokin' on them dead ass niggas like some Mary jane
Maried to the money, f*ck a bitch ain't no wedding ring
Yo bitch eating dick, you got her saved under my errthang
Niggas gooks, that's on errthang
Brodie shoot and hit errthang
Brodie, he be f*ckin' with the spoof, he take errthang
I got niggas that'll do that shit, ain't gotta pay a thing
You ain't really got no highlights, to play for the team
Cause jit wanna play for some blues, but he f*ckin' green
Told a nigga it was purple, cracked the seal, and the shit was green
Nigga, I got purple insides from sippin' lean
Nigga, ass better stay inside, goin' against the gang
Get put on a news clip, tryna get some fame

Hey, how you doin, It's Grabba K, the zoes call me gwabba
I be ridin' round with baby K's, ain't got no baby mama
If niggas want beef, then I'ma turn 'em into an empanada
Baby, I just want some buns and cheese, you know I'm a rasta
I be drinkin' lines of good wock I don't sip no vodka
I can write a script for them P's, baby I'm a doctor
If I see a opp, he get flamed like he waka flocks
I tried to give this bitch all my love, but I love my choppa
I heard niggas looking for some beef, but I'm with five guys
I'll blow off a nigga biscuit if I pop eyes
I got a question, I swear to God, I am not fried
If I put my dick in yo bitch face, is she cock eyed
Niggas always hatin' on Grabba K, but that shit get confusing
I just got a 20-ounce of juice, and I'ma drop a deuce in
I see niggas makin' all them threats, but they never do shit
I get in the field and throw up L's, but I'm never losin
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Soulja Livin' tru

I do Flint and D beats cause I know them boys
Hit ya street with the shh, it ain't no remorse
I'm on that Scarface shit, nigga the world is yours
Hit stick a bitch quick, she couldn't hold the noise
I done made it out the trap, I get racks to rap
Them crackers get you f*ck niggas and you rats to rap
Huh, me tellin' my daughter, no, yeah that's some cap
Bout her, you know it's on the floor, nigga, that's a fact
I ain't signed yet, but everybody think I did
Double M, big business, you know what it is
One eighty third, 17th, get it how you live
I got plays from Hallandale, way to hialeah
Huh, nigga, I'm like diarrhea
I be shittin' on everything, that's how high I am
I be hearing let me get a check before I hit, how I am
Might just pull up in a Vette, but that's just how I am
Nigga think he f*ckin' with me, tell him try again
Feel good every time a clucker buy again
Floatin' good, nigga back gettin' high again
If you no good, nigga ain't finna tie you in
Catch me slidin' through the wind in the whitest Benz
Nigga, all I see is snow, I got the whitest lens
Soulja Ree just got a scope, it got the whitest lens
Run the streets, we gon' need some new tires, where the Midas man
Nigga, jack, frank, grants, I got the whitest friends
Between the first and the third, I get my advance
Cluckers lyin' round the curb, tryna buy them thangs
I trap with molly, coke, and dope, you know how that bang
Nigga, Soulja Livin' Tru we is not a gang
Yeah, we do the same thing, but we don't do it the same

I done put a bllrrdd on that blick, we ain't shooting' the same
Told you this shit got a scope like we at the range
Put a nigga head in the scope and take out his brain
Take the head off the goat and left his ass with curry stains
Bro when we spin on the opps it's like a hurricane
Smokin' on them dead ass niggas like some Mary jane
Maried to the money, f*ck a bitch ain't no wedding ring
Yo bitch eating dick, you got her saved under my errthang
Niggas gooks, that's on errthang
Brodie shoot and hit errthang
Brodie, he be f*ckin' with the spoof, he take errthang
I got niggas that'll do that shit, ain't gotta pay a thing
You ain't really got no highlights, to play for the team
Cause jit wanna play for some blues, but he f*ckin' green
Told a nigga it was purple, cracked the seal, and the shit was green
Nigga, I got purple insides from sippin' lean
Nigga, ass better stay inside, goin' against the gang
Get put on a news clip, tryna get some fame

Hey, how you doin, It's Grabba K, the zoes call me gwabba
I be ridin' round with baby K's, ain't got no baby mama
If niggas want beef, then I'ma turn 'em into an empanada
Baby, I just want some buns and cheese, you know I'm a rasta
I be drinkin' lines of good wock I don't sip no vodka
I can write a script for them P's, baby I'm a doctor
If I see a opp, he get flamed like he waka flocks
I tried to give this bitch all my love, but I love my choppa
I heard niggas looking for some beef, but I'm with five guys
I'll blow off a nigga biscuit if I pop eyes
I got a question, I swear to God, I am not fried
If I put my dick in yo bitch face, is she cock eyed
Niggas always hatin' on Grabba K, but that shit get confusing
I just got a 20-ounce of juice, and I'ma drop a deuce in
I see niggas makin' all them threats, but they never do shit
I get in the field and throw up L's, but I'm never losin
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Writer: Daniel Lewis
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