Lyrics:
Tell me where the party at
[Timb]
Pick it pick it pick it up
[Yoshamine]
You and I goin' do that damn thing, make it bang
You went out
One, two
Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga
Tell them boys where you came from, nigga
Tell 'em boys why I stay up late
Tryna say, tryna say,
hundred missin out your pocket in the mornin'
Nigga need to check that bitch, she lyin'
Label tryna school me, I'm already on fire
Tell 'em, "Don't waste
got at least a hundred shots and you can get em all
Hey, I did it, I really did it
I'm like a poster child for niggas that just get it get it
I'm
myself, that's society
(One, two, three, four)
Twenty nineteen spend a penny open up my eyes (see)
Get some visine send something that gon make em wise
some choppas to stack that bread up
I took a chance and I'm set forever
I can get you wack like yesterday
I can get you robbed broad day
Draco in my hand
of shi that happen when u stuntin wit the shitz
I Go by Soulja
Call me Soulja
I'ma Soulja Forreal
I'm really stacking up my money everyday of the year
I
Ratchet, mm shit, where ya moms at?
Trapaholic his body, they like, damn, where you find that
He ain't breathing
Ayy, quit talkin' loud, you ain't no super
fade with da waves
30/30 boys up on my team
You wanna get em' (YUP)
But you can't get like me (NOPE)
Askin' me, Soulja Boy, where you get yo shoes from
to compete
Name any rapper that's fuckin' with me, I'm who these niggas pretendin' to be
Claimin' you wantin' these problems, tell momma get flowers
dealers
So where you from here we come
Time to get dumped, put em up, haters run
So bitch get off me, bitch get off me
So bitch get off me, bitch
dealers
So where you from here we come
Time to get dumped, put em up, haters run
So bitch get off me, bitch get off me
So bitch get off me, bitch
They Really Cain
If u ask that nigga he probably say Soulja lchanged
Iask bout Soulja they tell ya wat Soulja bang
Idk bout no Dwyzayy that is not
(Oh shit, Takeoff you ready?)
Ay flip, fuck nigga better tell me where that money at
(Where it's at?)
Where it at fuck nigga?
(Get it up)
Where
around and get killed shit, down south we back, steal shit
Come on
Whatcha know 'bout Atlanta boys?
Whatcha know 'bout them Dallas boys?
Whatcha know
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
man, shout out to my boy Oski
Uh- my boy Oski- My boy Oski
Let me tell 'em-
Hold up- hold up-
I said they gave my - twenty years
Man that wasn't even
know I thought I told ya' boy
Stacks On Deck, yeah I'm a mothafuckin' Soulja Boy
Ask ya' chick about me, I guarantee ya' she know ya' boy
I get it in'
there's no way
No, I don't want you to stay
I can tell that you're fake
Back with the remix
These boys all my sons like Phoenix
(Pooh, you a fool for this
love you
So tell em' I said fuck you
Yeah I said fuck you (Yeah yeah)
I snuck in Drake's house when he was alone inside (Uh oh)
You can say I have
and the chopper triggers
Even them alphabet boys can't stop a nigga
I pimp tight with that hoe off in the wind
Boy
I gets loose like I'm fresh up out that pen
Boy
the same clip, an see,
you can get wit this, or you can get wit that,
you probably won't get wit this click, 'cause um, this where the gangsters at,
room window
Take your Nintendo and then skate
Making you feel like you got bent over and raped
Little boy, you're never gonna get no rope chain
Get
name, and you gon' be another
Bitch, I'm out that North where ain't no shame, he get stretched by his brother
Catch 'em out of bounds, we pluck 'em
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