Comin’ Thru (Letra)

Soulja Boy

Hip Hop / Rap

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Soulja Boy tell ‘em
Soulja Boy tell ‘em
Alright

See I be comin’ through with my niggas with me
We be comin’ through with some bitches with me
I’m comin’ through, I’m comin’ through
I’m comin’ through, I’m comin’ through
My niggas with me, we ain’t worried ‘bout nothin’
Ain’t trippin’ off these niggas, we stuntin’ these bitches

Say I’m comin’ through trippin’, comin’ through trippin’
Say I’m comin’ through trippin’, comin’ through trippin’
Ain’t worried ‘bout nothing, we ain’t trippin’ off these bitches
We ain’t stuntin’ off them hoes, we just countin’ up the millions
Alright alright alright alright

Say I’m comin’ through tippin’, comin’ through trippin’
Got some niggas with me and we ain’t even trippin’
All some jewels to shit, got 4 bricks of lean
Got 5 brick that actors, we done busted out the rapper
If she’ll rap her favorite trapper
Is it trap your favorite rapper
I could never be a actor so everything is real
I be riding with the steel
Gold on deck, gold bricks
I’ll be riding around posted, got a fuckin’ private jet
I’m comin’ through trippin’, got some niggas with me
We ain’t trippin’ off nothin’, everything straightly
Alright alright alright

Say I’m comin’ through, got my niggas with me
We ain’t trippin’ off nothin’, we ain’t stuntin’ any bitches

Alright, tell that mama bust it open
Tell her Shawty bust it open
If she bad bust it open

Alright, say I’m comin’ through trippin’
I’m comin’ through trippin’, yea I’m comin’ through trippin’
Alright, I’m comin’ through trippin
Yea I’m comin’ through trippin’, I’m comin’ through trippin’
I’m comin’ through sippin’, true religion pimpin’
Got a couple bad bitches
Yea, I’m comin’ with my niggas
I’m comin’ through with my niggas
I’m comin’ through with my niggas
See me trippin’ all night and comin’ through trippin’
Got 5 breaths of activist so you know we sippin’
5 bricked as a activist, 5 bricks loaded
5 bricks of fuckin’ lean, know it ain’t you told it
Ain’t trippin’ on nuttin’
Worry ‘bout shit
Coming through this motherfucker with a bad bitch alright

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Comin Thru’ (Letra)

Das Efx

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Intro/chorus:

Comin thru’ wit my crew like this
Aah, i’m wit my crew like this, comin thru
Comin thru wit my crew like this
Uhh, wit my crew like this
Comin thru wit my crew like this
Boy what? wit my crew like this
Comin thru wit my crew like this
Uhh, wit my crew like this

Verse one: dray, skoob

Well yo, it’s 1995 this the way my crew troop
I be the krayzie drayzie come to put’cha on the scoop
Like, to be a rapper nowadays is real handy
That’s why all these niggas wanna be down like brandy
They huffin ‘n’ puffin but still ain’t sayin nuffin
I see dem bluffin, they full of shit like stuffin
Uh, without rehearsal my style is universal
And i been drinkin st.ives before dem commercials
I puff a el everytime i gotta write again
So i can climb the fuckin charts like spiderman

Yo yo, i be the books but don’t confuse me with scholasis
Boy, i’ll still sink your head like i was st.john the baptist
Spot-blower especially when i’m not sober
Twisted in the head i’m seein red like october
Yo, the jibber-jabber, ain’t a livin rapper deeper
Who get looser than the leaves up in my fuckin ????
Flavor like twice so you better rise up
Read the off-the-wall styles like ya game of flys up
No ruggle, i’m bout to shove anover
Blunt, where i two-talk, it’s new york undercover
And i don’t have pity, more raps than rap city
Got styles out the ass so call my raps shitty
Comin thru’

Chorus

Verse two: dray, skoob

I’m bringin it back wit my niggy, it’s goin down no diggy
I riggity rock the miggity mic and got dreds like ziggy
Marley, don’t own a harley, you’re what they call me
Kickity krayzie drayzie on the mic so what you want g?
I’m rantin and ravin, still misbehavin
See i be causin trouble even since i started shavin
This ain’t craig mack but black you know the flave
I briggity break that ass up just like super dave
I’m kiggity comin with a gangsta like boo boo
I put it thru you, ya stinkity stink like doo doo

Giggity guess who next up on deck for wreck?
Shit is on and my palms don’t sweat
Forty days and nights get in some fights
To get this style piece and on before this water mic scored
Dat ass tried to slip a fast one by me
Claimin to represent the murderers like johnnie
Cochran, but ain’t no stoppin when i’m diggity droppin
For dump, forgotten, the low down dirty rotten
Juvenile delinquents cos i still stink wit ghetto flavour
Distortin my behaviour (check it out)
Tootz, i’m in it for the panties, fuck the grammys
It’s the books, style underground
Lounge with the tootz on some ol’ major look-type shit
And when i come thru i’m wit my crew like this
Comin thru

Chorus

(comin thru wit my crew like this)
Comin thru, what? blowin up the spot, punk you know we never miss
(comin thru wit my crew like this)
(yeah yeah, i’m wit my crew like this)
Uh comin thru

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