Lyrics:
you can tell by my face boy
That bad bitch she call me hellboy
Bitches want my dick they can call my cell, boy
I just wanna bitch I can call my playboy
love for my nigga named Screw
The Key-C's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
love for my nigga named Screw
The Key-C's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
IM JUST INTOXICATED BY YOU/
MY DICK COULD PLAY WALDO BUT LET IT FIND YOU/
AND LET IT HIDE IN A WARM WET CAVE /
AND I WANA SCORE THE HOME RUN LIKE ITS
Now break his legs, arms, neck (yea).
[Chorus]
(Soulja boy tell em)
(S.O.D. money gang entertainment)
(I present to you the show stoppas)
(When
Yeah, boy
Dem better ring the alarm, boy
Dem know what's coming, boy
Buck, buck, buck
Haha
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh my God, fuckin'
and this my year
Na this my mellineum i got em
Soulja Boy Tell Em' That the name on my colladids
i sit back if a nigga disrespect
then he diseased RIP
rest
like my Netflix loaded
(Get em')
Telling your boss brick city boys is fire
Never mind
Half of y'all be talking through the wire
Media slandered me
So
So many people judge me (dirt boy, dirt life, dirt bike, whip!)
But would they follow me to my grave?
You say that you love me (dirt boy, dirt life,
it to the ground, she know that it fat
I run through that sack when I thumb through them racks
I whip up that dough, boy, I'm fresh out the trap,
kinda loud from the muffler
Like DAMN when I profile at the Rucker
Bitches (Got Game), I'm (Above the Rim)
Call my gun Magnolia Soulja Slim
Do "The Freak"
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
out for real, I'm for real
Cling on, got the theme song on my ringtone, wanna beef with you everytime you leave home
Tell em that the plan out of hand,
it and glock and um cocking it gettin hot by da minute.
Soulja boy tell em I?m all about cheddar folk icey
new chevy same color as antelope.
I?m sick
lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo, you love it (uh)
This is the formula (yep)
This is the formula (ayy)
This is the formula (yep)
This is the formula (One)
This my recipe,
you Kobe
Rest in power singletary I too was dat ill lil boy in the hood afraid to bury my
Demons but now they out huh I gotta face Christ matter
to the ceiling yeah it's high, high
Take a pull of the spliff, now we high high
Hang tough, send em off, tell em bye bye
They love the beat so much, they wanna cry
of the top (workin'?)
They told him to stop but he's not (can't?)
I'm still sellin' dope by the spot
Ralo gon' deal it
Fuck with my boy and I'll catch me
on my fuckin' head
Yeah, I'm ridin' with this blick, nigga I ain't never scared
I hop up out that whip, have them bullets flying by his head
Yeah, I'm
Make a hater give me head so its fuck what you think
Wash my sins away with all the blood on my sink
Watch em give the hate disguised as love for me
This
Go and get me some
Break em off with my pump
I gots to come through and I gots to get dumb
Boys steady swervin
Pickin em up at Sterling
Gots
nobody love you when you broke all your bread gone, so ima chase that check until they put me on a head stone, pull up to the club with my N*ggas you know
know some of these niggas not my friends and that back door won't get me
If they come, won't get in, I take my mask off
I'm like Soulja Boy, I shoot em
them boys know, flip phone I be foldin em
Fillin up my foreign ride with petroleum
I gotta ride on boy, gotta bring the noise
Rent my car, gotta hit me
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