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Albums:

Crank That (Soulja Boy) (Soulja Boy) · Slow [Yamaha Bonus Track] (Richie Kotzen) · The Yamaha Years (John Shuttleworth) · Mama's Big Ones: The Best of Mama Cass (Cass Elliot) · Mama Mama Look at Emma Rose 72-05-19 (Van Morrison) · Mama Sang A Song: The Mama CD (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Mama's Big Ones: The Best of Mama Cass (Cass Elliot) · Soul Shots, Vol. 4: Tell Mama (Screamin' Soul Sisters) (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Live at Don't Tell Mama (Courtenay Day) · Shut Up/Tell Your Mama Come (The Black Eyed Peas) – and 90 other albums »


[Soulja Boy]
Hey whats up whats up dis ya boy Soulja Boy Tell 'em, 
When you get dis message, pack ya bags, 
Cause we going on a trip (trip)
[Soulja Boy]
Hey whats up whats up dis ya boy Soulja Boy Tell 'em, 
When you get dis message, pack ya bags, 
Cause we going on a trip (trip)
Bingo
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Ah, 
It's Gucci, Soulja, 
It's Gucci, Soulja Boy Tell Em'
It's Gucci
Burr burr

Pass by in my
we the best

And I'm down in Miami
Ridin' in the phantom
Somewhere by south beach
Soulja boy tell em
Got a million dollar mouth piece
On my dog
like soulja boy tell em and they parents they can't see it they blind they wonder why they kids talking bout soulja boy all the time(all the time) they
Trouble Then My Mama Calls But Afta I Get Out The Office Ima Tell Em All Dat Ima Superstar And Thatz Best. Everytime U See Me Up In Class My Head On That
Mama! Mama!
Someone said they made some noise
The cops have shot some girls & boys
You'll sit home & drink all night
They looked too weird . . . it
runs it
Nigga my heart beat slow & pump blood
Souljas been around wit before they had thugs
I'm gonna give it 2 ya raw I'm gon' tell it like it is
I'm
Gangbangin', crack slangin', not given' a fuck
Two strikes in my life, a nigga fed up
Mama said don't let up, and baby boy keep your head up

CHORUS (2X)
[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Uh, Uh, Uh I took my first break in seventy-five
I tell the story like yesterday when(??) was alive
didn't do shit with my
'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these
with me

Young boy tells his mama now I know daddy's busy 
Cause most times when he gets home it's dark outside
But tell him I've got me some pennies
peace, blood
It’ll never end for Soulja Slim, rest in peace, thug
Niggas changing by the hour, this is me, thug
They killed this nigga’s son, now they
Little mama 
From Japan 
Sent by her Masters 
To a foreign land 
"Go out with the sailors 
Hang 'round the dock 
Get out of the way 
When
[Soulja Boy]
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, This the remix
V.I.C. You already know what it is man
It's ya folk Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Checkin' in everything
Chorus (2x): You gotta walk like a "g"
Talk like a "g", walk like a "g"
I got em lovin my drug dealer strut

[Fiend]
Somethin about the way I make
Serve it while it's hot out the pot to your mama
And Slim tell me ain't nobody hotter
But get your boys some different sauce, I want the whole enchilada
Serve it while it's hot out the pot to your mama
And Slim tell me ain't nobody hotter
But get your boys some different sauce, I want the whole enchilada
The gypsy woman told my mama
On the day I was born
Oh, you got a boy child comin'
Oh Lord, he's gonna be a son of a gun
He's gonna make those
weight but I’m still standin’ up straight, Josephine

Tell my children I miss ‘em and wish I could kiss ‘em once more
Bet they’ve grown a foot since
I'm-I'm-I'm connected everywhere (that's the homie)

Everywhere I go all of the people know my name
It's ya big homie Snoopy, just tell 'em you with me
I
a walking show-and-tell
Her pet skunk ran away
'Cause it couldn't take the smell
She's got cooties

Nobody wants to sit by her
She's got cooties
Don't
that's on my mind is cocking my nine
Pulling that trigger back and watch it bust 50 times
Leave they mama's crying, hell increase and multiply 'em
Choppin'
grown man

It's a struggle, livin' like a good boy oughta
In the summer, watchin' all the girls pass by
When your mama, heard the way that you'd been
on lock when that nigga slanging pickle
Who got Benz, a prowler, playboy, and a Vette
Tell the truth--who fucked ya on the same night when we met?
Now,