Spell My Name Right Lyrics by Solé

Spell My Name Right Lyrics

    [intro]
    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

    Repeat 1

    [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'

    Repeat 1
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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
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