Lyrics:
Superman no way
I'm not wearing no cape
They say silence is golden
So hit my line when you want it
As long as nobody knows
I'm a phantom in the night
Once I
you know I'm gone say sum.
All my niggas rich
Can't wait till that day come.
I keep the gun on my side
And I be smokin' the Za yeah
Don't nobody care
to ride
Jungle Brothers' in the house and we're by your side
I know you know how we do that there
Move your body to the side
Put your hands in the air
[Soulja Boy]
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, This the remix
V.I.C. You already know what it is man
It's ya folk Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Checkin' in everything
nobody else
You and I tighter than the jeans on my ass
You remind me of this thing something like
R.Kelly singing 'bout a jeep
Boy, you're everything to me
A Brick Of Raw
Remix The Work W| Fentanyl
Don’t Tell Nobody Bout What Ya Saw
See I Got Plugs Out In Wichita
He Send The Load, That Shit Get Sold
Got Perky,
gonna slow me down?
Look, it's over clown
I got the skippiest flows in town
Plus, them niggas can't fuck with my wordplay
I switch it back, DJ bring it
And we can't believe really that so
Many things have happened in
Between already! Just before I pass
You over to Paul
(Arf-arf! Arf-arf) I'd like to say
blurrin'
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin'
Uh-oh, you can call me R. Kelly now, you're in
Trouble, what's occurring before, after,
truly get Off
Like boy why you tryin'
Nobody gives a fuck about all ya liein'
Decrease my bills, scare ya off with the iron
I know it a civic but it roar
is all us no one ever lent a hand
This was by design, this was by the plan
I been out my mind this is for the fam
Shooting every shot that I can
I just
pouring shit hot one drop
And blow your spot
Do you think you can beat me
You counterfeit, and you can't handle the way
Now you want to drop a remix
the guys
Then you ain't my Slime
You getting hit by the squad
Like you can't date a Slime
Bad bitch popping her shit
A dime with a .nine
Mad that I'm
ganja
But beware of the AK held by HM Thomas
Son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old pyjamas
I said shit ma nigga take another hit
We ran up
the back of the apartment where they be selling ganja,
but beware of the AK held by HM Thomas,
son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old
the back of the apartment where they be selling ganja,
but beware of the AK held by HM Thomas,
son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old
I made sure to change from my pajamas to real clothing and report to my keyboard in my living room by 5:00 PM every day, I had to write at least one
a seat
I just been in, 5 shoot outs last week
He bought the run division, plus he moving in the kitchen
Nobody make a move nigga when Scooter handling
Can't believe it
Ooo ooo
She all on me
yea yea
Baby you are you are
My firefly
Just stay right by my side
Do not do not
Don’t leave my side
I want you for
According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ
Rihanna
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
these nails, when I am stopping your talk
Cuz I am bomb like I'm formed by Robert Oppenheimer
No benign talks, till I cause you fuckers fear me
Can't do
to ride
Jungle Brothers' in the house and we're by your side
I know you know how we do that there
Move your body to the side
Put your hands in the air
live
So nobody droppin' by no need to hide
It's a blessin' in disguise
When it's rainin' outside
And your too high to drive just chill
Hey it's
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