Lyrics:
phone
Cause this money talk ain't long
But it's got be blessed
Got be blessed
Got be blessed by number one
I shake the game make em lose balance
I'm
can't feel em
Gotta watch my back when I slide, look through my rearview
Say it's love, but niggas movin' backwards, we call dat evil
Tell lil mama, Im
"Young Cyf, you're doing your thing
Going hard"
I tell 'em, "I ain't slowing down, boy, naw"
I'm on my NBA Jam, boy, ballin'
The city's betting on me,
right back on
You'll neva catch yo boy without his stunnas on
[Chorus]
Big whips or rocks we gon get em
Loose lips aint leavin out now we wit em
Any top
stayin on yo grind I watch u twirk it baby drop dat thang 2 da floor Now tell a friend dat dis yo song grl bend yo back low She keep her hair fix she keep
back the paper
Give you back half just for doin me dat favor
And yeah dats a thug's move
Show you what a thug do
Beat it while I feed it to you good like
(that's right)
Once I get my hands on you
Love me, love me, love me sex machine
Ooh, boy, I love you so
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go (tell 'em
(that's right)
Once I get my hands on you
Love me, love me, love me sex machine
Ooh, boy, I love you so
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go (tell 'em
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
the crown back
Brownbag days ovah take dat to da bank
Ol Archie Manning tell em This ain't ya daddy saints
Tom Benson give a Benz to Drew Brees
Ray Nagin
like atomic and anybody in my way imma fold em'
Wit me n my gilla guerillas wantin ta win it
Boys be tryin ta battle 'cause they want our position but
Welcome everyone
Nate it's good to see you back
People we have a new member today
I'd like you to meet him
He's gonna stand up and tell us
What's
dat
Me tell ya, long time
Where done and you go rise
Shades of Culture brethren
Come y'all fee shine
Yo, what up kid?
I heard you're back from
em things
Chickens comin cluckin back boomerang
Alley ooped her to da gang
Threw da pussy thru the ring
Beat it up I do my thang
They say it’s up I
CRAZY, YOU THINK I AINT PUSHIN DAT BUTTON
SELF DESTRUCT IS BETTA THAN DOING NOTHIN
TELL DAT LIL FUCK BOY
GET BACK
SHIT GOT KICKBACK
HE DONT WANT RIFF RAFF
the beat, It's just
Me and I, and all the homies
Tell me how I'm 25 and I'm an OG
Shit could get fucked up, shit been fucked up, had to get it by my lonely,
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
niggas would start static bring that guerrilla war at em
The danger boys pull out the heat
and hit they street and just gon flame the boys
Them niggas from
niggas would start static bring that guerrilla war at em
The danger boys pull out the heat
And hit they street and just gon flame the boys
Them niggas from
Nd you can tell by duh swag greez bout money,
Nd I dnt play no games wen its bout money,
I do it for dem young niggas dat pop beans,the hot boys wit
in da sky gettin high wit my dawgs
From the cell to the trenches
We gon make it out
Boy say dat he a soulja we can shoot it out
Free my boys on them
pub just say, eyyy yo
Eyyy yo (Rob him like dat
Man now come down bring it)
Eyyyheyyyo eyyyyy yo
(Ya come down now KRS, tell em, tell em
Yeah)
You
all my homies from the back streets
Catch em boy they running
Run the game in the G town
Lackings never present
Bring da pain now
Bring da pain now
shaking in they fucking boots
Tell em pull up don't bring the crew
Opps better duck cause i'm known to shoot
I got em hiding out in they room and shaking in
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