Lyrics:
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em hopped up out the bed turn my swag on
Took a look in the mirror said what's up
Yeah I'm getting money oh
Hopped up out the bed
with
She call me Superman, I'm on my Soulja shit (you)
Boss Dogg, get 'em, I sick 'em and take 'em home
West Coast bitch, I'm on my fuckin' throne
with
She call me Superman, I'm on my Soulja shit (you)
Boss Dogg, get 'em, I sick 'em and take 'em home
West Coast bitch, I'm on my fuckin' throne
your dad (ask him man)
And if you don't believe him, ask your mom (that's right)
She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time (she will)
So kids,
your dad (ask him man)
And if you don't believe him, ask your mom (that's right)
She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time (she will)
So kids,
Bitch I'm da dope boy
Cuban link
A White tee
N sum Soulja rees
This shit like monopoly
Double up my money
Kick my seat back
Bitch I'm blowin trees
Let Em Know I'm On My Way
For Every Single Night I Prayed
Somebody best come tell these sucka MC's I'm not 1 to be playing wit
The name's KvDeeM man
[Scarface]
Yo Pop, let's jump in the fight game boy
[Scarface]
My nigga Bun B you know he down wit us
Short Dog and Doc down wit us
Eric be
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
want it ? Then let's do it
I'm crazy bitch I'm stupid
Come fuck wit some I'll prove it
Just like a quarterback, I call the play and watch em score
Ion
wit it
By seventh period, he through wit it..........It's Chopper City
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
I represent my dawg Soulja
That's why you can catch me
hand
Go and get me some, break 'em off with my pump
I gots to come through and I gots to get dumb
Boys steady swerving
Picking 'em up at Sterling
Gots
hand
Go and get me some, break 'em off with my pump
I gots to come through and I gots to get dumb
Boys steady swerving
Picking 'em up at Sterling
Gots
so long
Since I met a chick ain't on my tips but then I'm
Dead wrong, when I tell em be gone
So hold on to the feelin of flossin' and platinum
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
in, left foot in (SOULJA BOY TELL EM)left foot in, put ya right foot out, put ya left foot in and you shake it all about you lean wit it rock wit it,
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
Cuz I been starting wars, breaking laws
Exposing these haters flaws
Leavin em mauled by these bars
As I'm shovin my balls in ya girls jaws
Layin it raw
me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, do you wan' fuck with me? Nah
Hustle, boy
me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, do you wan' fuck with me? Nah
Hustle, boy
Surrounded by mummified bodies and shit
Cemeteries errwhere
All in my county
I be sippin on it
Brain be gone
But it's like everything aight
Hangin
sit wit us
If I see my nigga drop the ball I be right behind em and I pick it up
How you a witness to yo nigga falling off but ain't right there to lift
the cause
its the S-Q boys wit the big fuckin cars
if anybody fuck wit my squadysquad
ima cut ya balls off and hand 'em to ya partnaz
its WEEZY BABY the man
Yeah we surrounded by water
Call us the island
Boy we got that different style
You can tell when we smiling
Mouth full of gold
And we sagging too
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