Lyrics:
em that I say the same
Tell them boys at OVO they be killing everything
Tell them boys at Young Money that I say the same thang (Bang)
Tell the boys we
mufuckas fake I ain’t singin' to ya birds
Man I’m talkin' to the boys that will ride or die
Boys where a phone call will make em slide up
The boys where they
wit' the nasty mouth," and kick the bitch out
Sue me? I pay the lawyer for ya, oh, boy, yeah
Plus my style's ten to twenty fuckin' pounds more
I take
night another round against my demons nigga
Insomnia got me livin' like I'm dreamin nigga
Get to dumpin' on niggas I ain't even hit 'em
Cuzzo tell me bout
i hate money
please god take from me
Chorus
And somebody tell me where do i go from now (x4)
All my blessings, i take em as a lesson,
make em into
stop all dat talking
Bitch just roll my tree
Just bout that draco
got dat Soulja boy rite by my seat
Fuck these niggas mane
Dz niggas don't know bout
dont wanna fuck wit em they fuu
Know we living and die by the tool
Real nigga thats the way im going out
I don't feel niggas on what they be throwing out
bumpin' "Druggies Wit Hoes Again" with my bros again
No, I want the world chico and everything in it
Every beverage with Codeine in it
How the fuck you say
that
Fuck how they feel run tell em that i said that
(Brick, Brick
Stop playing with me boy ,east side shit southside shit man, scarborough baby born
people, shoutout to Nigeria
Doing what I want, I'm free like, I did not kill em
I got the vision, I'm Superman ohh, Soulja boy tell em
Osmanli in this
on my Soulja Boy
Why you staring bitch take a polaroid
They ask if I'm embarrassed but I could care less
It is what it is bitch I'm fearless
Bitch I'm
All of my niggas they score on they opps
Come fuck wit the gang then you getting shot
Boy you dead they labeled you hot
You don't fuck wit me then
the baby, year later on my income
Tax so a *** could receive mo' income
Been one, I'ma rent some of this game out
Gift of gab, talk you by the slab wit
freefall make you feel some of these
Oh by hollow tips pinned in your ass
Get off the Earth the fact that you even in my class
Yo
All my live niggas get
debo
He turnin up wit a freak hoe
That be my bro
Whenever I talk he say I'm trippin
Tell em I love em he start acting different
Change up on your
on my gang, can’t fuck wit my brothers
Pick up the ice on my neck like shovel
Told em name the price I stay dripped like a puddle
Can’t fuck wit no court
(too)
Give 'em number to the suite and tell 'em to fall threw (threw)
And tell that nigga ESG and Paul Wall too
I know Bun did had been fun wit them
the world finna know me
Them boys, baloney, they fake and, they really be phony
A nigga try keepin' his distance, You see my pockets, they gettin' on XXL
But
to ah phen"
"I can tell that ya hatin on me
Lil nigga wit the stale face uh
Made cuz i done had the sauce boy i
Had the drip since the first grade
Im
Mizal
I ain't here to play wit em
At All
They know
I'm coming to win
Everything through wit him
Thats from my start to the end
I'm coming to win
a lobster chomp
It's a boogie-woogie night, we posted where the monsters mob
This shit louder than a concert, let me put my 'Wood out
Boy, you the type
the game, then I tell 'em where the bench is
All my lyrics is dividend
Only the realest getting this
All yo partners is little bits
I'll be there in a little
by a big black woman with a beer mug
Thoughts and prayers to the fire burning in my chests
Fuck your requests, you're the barbaric causing the unrest
with the streets, ain't no reason to do bad business
Fuckin' wit' that bag, have my mans kill 'em (go)
Flip 'em, how I get a nigga bitch robbed
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