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In Dat Cell (feat. IhateSoto) Video (MV)






EMoney One|11 - In Dat Cell (feat. IhateSoto) Lyrics




(EmoneyOne11)

Skurt skurrrrrrt

Aye man free Stunna man Free X Free Ino Free KF man let my boy out that cage muhhhf*cka let's get it

F*ck the PO f*ck the judge f*ck the state

I was Locked up wit lil Soto playin Spades

Then I touchdown hit a lick now I'm Straight

I'm like a baker how I'm working wit this cake shit

And I sold that boy a brick but it was fake

Then I sold a boy a zip but it was shake

We da come up boys we selling everything

I love da streets I gave her a wedding ring

But Soto taught me that the streets don't love you back

I'll do push-ups in my cell before I rat

And shorty mad cuz I don't love her but bitch I love my strap

I'm like Steve Jobs playin wit a Mac

Get to spraying leave a pussy nigga laying on his back

Caught a charge Switched my number think the other one was tapped

In da strip club wit thugs throwing up a rack I'm like Santa how this hoe is on my lap

Talking bout the gas show da cash where it's at!?

Talkin bout you gang what you rep throw that flag!

I know a couple locs give em bumps and they'll spazz!

I was in dat cell wit lil Soto now we back!



(ihateSoto)

Bitch they call me Lil Soto

And now I'm right back on da beat

Once them crackers let me out I got right back on my feet

Turn on yo location

And we can leave it in da street

You thuggin for da gram oh you da type to go and tweet

We ain't wit the talking so tell me what you wanna do

And we been getting money but boy that shit ain't nothing new

Yo bitch come wit us

You know these hoes gon pick and choose

I'm so used to winning

But tell me what it's like to lose

And he said he gonna rob me little boy is you serious

She call my phone don't pick it up I know that shit make her furious

And I call yo hoe a monkey cuz that bitch she so curious

Won't that hoe without a condom I don't want no bacteria

Don't give a f*ck all my niggas they on go

We the type to pull on yo crib and kick a door

We the type to pull up on a oppa let it blow

Real street nigga I ain't never been no hoe, nah!



(EmoneyOne11)

F*ck the PO f*ck the judge f*ck the state

I was Locked up wit lil Soto playin Spades

Then I touchdown hit a lick now I'm

Straight

I'm like a baker how I'm working wit this cake skurt skurt!
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(EmoneyOne11)

Skurt skurrrrrrt

Aye man free Stunna man Free X Free Ino Free KF man let my boy out that cage muhhhf*cka let's get it

F*ck the PO f*ck the judge f*ck the state

I was Locked up wit lil Soto playin Spades

Then I touchdown hit a lick now I'm Straight

I'm like a baker how I'm working wit this cake shit

And I sold that boy a brick but it was fake

Then I sold a boy a zip but it was shake

We da come up boys we selling everything

I love da streets I gave her a wedding ring

But Soto taught me that the streets don't love you back

I'll do push-ups in my cell before I rat

And shorty mad cuz I don't love her but bitch I love my strap

I'm like Steve Jobs playin wit a Mac

Get to spraying leave a pussy nigga laying on his back

Caught a charge Switched my number think the other one was tapped

In da strip club wit thugs throwing up a rack I'm like Santa how this hoe is on my lap

Talking bout the gas show da cash where it's at!?

Talkin bout you gang what you rep throw that flag!

I know a couple locs give em bumps and they'll spazz!

I was in dat cell wit lil Soto now we back!



(ihateSoto)

Bitch they call me Lil Soto

And now I'm right back on da beat

Once them crackers let me out I got right back on my feet

Turn on yo location

And we can leave it in da street

You thuggin for da gram oh you da type to go and tweet

We ain't wit the talking so tell me what you wanna do

And we been getting money but boy that shit ain't nothing new

Yo bitch come wit us

You know these hoes gon pick and choose

I'm so used to winning

But tell me what it's like to lose

And he said he gonna rob me little boy is you serious

She call my phone don't pick it up I know that shit make her furious

And I call yo hoe a monkey cuz that bitch she so curious

Won't that hoe without a condom I don't want no bacteria

Don't give a f*ck all my niggas they on go

We the type to pull on yo crib and kick a door

We the type to pull up on a oppa let it blow

Real street nigga I ain't never been no hoe, nah!



(EmoneyOne11)

F*ck the PO f*ck the judge f*ck the state

I was Locked up wit lil Soto playin Spades

Then I touchdown hit a lick now I'm

Straight

I'm like a baker how I'm working wit this cake skurt skurt!
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Writer: XzavierJamaine Soto, Erik Joel Gonzalez
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave


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