Solé (Tonya Michelle Johnston)

Solé (Tonya Michelle Johnston) - Iy Yi Yi lyrics

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Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Sole', never saw me comin', uh
 My brigade, some bad bitches

 1 - [Sole' & Bobbi]
 If ya get doped with bezels
 Your neck, wrist and fixed clothes
 You spit flows, your click roll
 And ride with Lorenzo's, say
 Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi (woo!)
 Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi

 [Sole']
 Ugh, got these niggas by the balls
 See me comin', drop the drawers, stop and pause
 Hear me bustas, better drop the charge
 Mothafucka, I'm about to roar
 Spittin' at the sad nigga with the cup of Dom, wha
 These mothafuckas can't see me
 You mothafuckas can't be me
 These mothafuckas can't read me
 You mothafuckas, you need me
 Followin' with that Who Dat, it's true dat
 Rip shit like a true bitch, you knew that
 Call to my girls, we gon' do that
 Any bitch that's havin' a clue that
 9-9, time to shine, comin' with the fine rhymes
 Line, line, hang it up, here comes
 Mine's mine

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 [Miss Toi]
 Wanna get paper due
 Chicks mistake the doo when I sway through
 Any nigga in the place gon' hate, so I make mom and pop and diamond case
 So I be mucho Luciano, true low
 You know B-O be in Montigo Bay sunbathin' topless, out in the tropics
 Eatin' good, what's for lunch?
 Crab licked, and lobsters
 Runnin' with many cats, Sole' (probably blazed out)
 Get that cheddar, nothin' better
 Y'all keep talkin', yeah whatever
 Keep yappin', we gon' continue to make this party happen

 [Bobbi]
 I'm fittin' to cake now
 Check it out, break down
 All ya dogs, startin' to act fake now
 First album dropped, but ya ain't nuttin'
 Bar slangin' for the take-down
 Oh, you wanna hate now?
 Shut me down? Fuck y'all clowns
 At y'all now, bust em down
 Sole' evil, Bobbi Boss platinum bound

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 [Miss Toi]
 You irritating hoes don't stress me
 And try to cop a fit, listen to my shit
 And trick split when you show these suckas you ain't havin' it
 Max to this, quit your dis, this a new chick, you familiar with
 It's frequently comin' from this sis Miss Bitch
 That's what I gotta be, my soldiers full on side of me
 Oh they ain't scared to ride for me
 All my niggas will die for me
 I place these niggas inside of me
 So raise your hand real high for me
 Don't let no pussy slide with me
 Oh, you think you gon' roll with me?
 Just any ol' nigga can't roll with me
 Wanna see your niggas ??
 Don't need no monkeys sworin' me, huh
 You feel the pain, pain?
 We droppin' game, game
 You'll go insane, feelin' the heat from this mic
 Comin' real real tight tight, ah-ight?

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 [Sole']
 Ugh, bitches, now what you know 'bout this?
 These niggas wanna taste the best of licks
 The led filled chick, that spit this raunchy led filled shit
 See, I'm that "niggas wanna eat me on my period" bitch
 I'm serious bitch
 That stray ho gettin' curious, bitch
 Got kiddies shakin' in their boots, they scared to fight me in this
 This Pocahontas bitch got bitches straight re-writin' they shit
 I'm Iy Yi Yi 'n on this mothafucka, keepin' you lit
 Got veteran niggas in this mothafucka ridin' my clit
 See, Tricky shine on this shit
 Got nothin' but dimes in my click
 And 2 of the baddest mothafuckas out here 'round on this shit
 Think you come hard, come with it
 Then hear me ballin', forget it
 Don't put the mic down and quit
 Then ain't no bitch can fuck with it!!!

 Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi (woo!)
 Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi
 Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi (woo!)
 Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi

 We off the chain nigga
 We runnin' game nigga
 You wanna bang nigga
 It ain't no thang nigga

 We off the chain nigga
 We runnin' game nigga
 You wanna bang nigga
 It ain't no thang nigga
 Ah-ight
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