Solé (Tonya Michelle Johnston)

Solé (Tonya Michelle Johnston) - Spell My Name Right lyrics

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2 triple O
 Sole'

 S, uh
 O, ah
 L, yeah
 E, accent

 S, yeah
 O, uh
 L, yeah
 E, accent

 [Sole']
 Ugh, it's the brown cocomo mama
 Call shots, 12 room yachts
 Cruisin' the Bahamas, Pocahontas
 Strictly out for dollas
 Sole' serve it up hot like Benny Hanas
 You's a TV dinner, gots to come hard
 You seein' me nigga
 Wanna freak me, eat me, can't treat me nigga?
 No answer, you besta be on your way, uh
 Money tossed and you got nothin' to say, yeah
 Round the way in the SLK
 Sittin' on 20 inches, get money, fuck niggas
 Stack flows, got cats with cash flows and dough
 All night in the flow, tight
 Another pretty face that you bet' know
 I'm the illest Cherokee to ever slap a ho
 I drop four in your dough, your hard-on?
 Get it straight
 You can't fuck around on your best date
 Now what the deal?

 1 - [Mr. Raja]
 Get your money and your life right
 It's a cost to be boss, get the price right
 Playas hold it down, then keep ya game tight
 Say what you want, but spell her name right, uh-huh

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 [Sole']
 Cashin' chips in, all best down, in the Lex now
 Decked out, make 'em sweat now
 Never let down, precede caution
 Had it with flossers, sworn a stinkin' nigga, toss it
 Soon as they saw it, shit nigga
 I ain't no freak ho, I ain't no duck ho
 I ain't no "took me out to eat so we gon' fuck" ho
 FUCK NO! I'm a look-but-don't-touch ho
 The baddest, one shot of ? fire cabbage
 The maddest, the ill flow paterant
 In and out the pocket, write it down, 16 drop it
 Make a mil when the pants fill
 I step it up, when I talk I back it up
 I put that out there
 In case you bitches start actin' up like y'all fit for action
 Cut the mics off and we can get to bitch bashin'
  If not, stop talkin', then start walkin'
 Cuz real niggas out here like talkin'

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 [Sole']
 You little girls is childs play, I bring it to your man
 Sole' got it locked from the block to Sound-Scan
 Fuck his tummy up, stay off us, ya hear
 Red Zone gon' show y'all how to ball this year
 I'm big like bottles of Crys and foreign whips
 I'm more like more street bombs and stock tips
 Bigger than your fox and your bricks
 I'm more like Vegas, bet a hundred dollas, got the red chips
 If you call me a ho, you better say "Miss Ho"
 We can get it on rat scraps or the pistol
 If you call me a bitch, you better say "Rich Bitch"
 Cuz can't NAN HO fuck with this!
 So what you want nigga?

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 S, uh
 O, ah
 L, yeah
 E, accent

 S, yeah
 O, uh
 L, yeah
 E, accent

 S, uh
 O, ah
 L, yeah
 E, accent

 S, yeah
 O, uh
 L, yeah
 E, accent
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Language: English

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