Lyrics:
What?)
Lil John, Eastside Boyz (yeah)
And yo boy Sean Paul let me tell ya like this here boy (let's go)
They callin' me
To come back to the streets,
What?)
Lil John, Eastside Boyz (yeah)
And yo boy Sean Paul let me tell ya like this here boy (let's go)
They callin' me
To come back to the streets,
granny ain’t shit
Your cousin, and your crusty future husband ain’t shit (Hey, you ain’t shit)
[Crank That]
Soulja boy, tell ‘em
Why you always lyin’ fo’
two, take a look at you
Death by matrimony!
Hey sucker,
(What the hell's got into you?)
Hey sucker!
(Now there's nothing you can do.)
A married
One, two, take a look at you
Death by matrimony!
Hey sucker,
(What the hell's got into you?)
Hey sucker!
(Now there's nothing you can do.)
the strip club buy what
I want then I go hey
It's all these hoes and only
Me you bitches gotta rotate
Walk inside the plug house buy what
I want then I dip,
You remind me of a folder
Push me down and I heat up like a toaster
That boy is a Soulja
I hate these niggas more than I hate being sober
I can't
And a "way to go" from your label every day
Looking boy
Hey, looking boy! What you say, looking boy?
I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
I'ma work for
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
to be.
One, two, take a look at you
Death by matrimony!
Hey sucker,
(What the hell's got into you?)
Hey sucker!
(Now there's nothing you can do.)
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
pull up on 'em, hey, make 'em run, hey
I can tell the Ice Hotel is where my heart is cold as mucus from a snail
I remember to remember life is
to get on the bandwagon ..
Yeah Dre, I know what you're sayin' man, but let's tell 'em who we're
talkin' about ..
WHAT DO YOU CALL A CREW THAT CAN RAP
gorgeous ladies(yea man)
There is no need to be acting shady
Come on baby, hey hey baby
When you rock your hips you know that it amaze me
Got me off
to freeze the clock, take the hands of time and cuff 'em
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
There's a storm comin' that
Rolling up wrong catch dem slugs ain't no hoe in dem
Dese niggas soft I'll leave you wet wet like petroleum
Dese Niggas be acting ima put ‘em on Nickelodeon
the rot
Okay okay Soulja boy tell em Soulja boy tell em
Whats going on today mayne
How could he be selling cause he could snap and the beat is real heavy
a good life
Reminiscin' how we took boy good life
You act right, I might put you on a good flight
It's a good night (gang, gang, gang, woo-hoo)
In L.A.
what's out there.
I don't know how it's done.
Just take me to your leader, son.
I see you've got the joy.
I've seen you live it, boy.
It's real, it's free,
a father in your life... I want you to stand up and sing this part right here)(Hey)
Tell em!
[Bridge:]
Ain't nothing gonna break me down (Yes sir)
turned it into somethin', boy
'Cause I can't leave this filthy game without my Almond Joy
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got
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
hey
When it's absent for so long
You reach and you question
Why have you forsaken me
But then i realized
Looking back on my life
If there was no
Cause the streets aint where it is, foreal
(Rxnel Verse I)
Face gated I aint gotta tell ‘em
Who I is
Drive-by’s, look
We aint catching Ubers here
Aye…
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