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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
every time I lean they watch spectators try to do it too.
So they keep on hesitating & hate, I put em in they place.
I call my boy Tookie then we whoop
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
Soulja Boy Tell Em Yell At Em Cuz Its My Time
People Playa Hatin On A G Like S B
Cuz Dey Flippin Da Channel And Im Talkin On Dey Tv Screen
Churp Da Whole
I think it was Soulja Boy
In that case it was Crank That (YOUUUUU)
You was into older boys
And we was in the same class
Now I’m going way back
Fuckin’
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
a L, pour that drank, fuck it, let's get right
How it feel to be a winner?
Never a beginner, tell 'em I'm a pretty sinner
Birthday suit is what you
used to lil boy you, make you run to the store for a cigar and some water (ho)
Tell 'em how we had a show together, you ain't come in 'cause you thought
city
Bitch, I never ran my mouth
City boy shit, yeah baby, I'm a soulja
Got the block hot now we all going global
It's that city boy
Draco
This your boy Soulja Boy, man (Soulja Boy Tell 'Em)
It's Big Draco by the way (Souja)
You already know what's goin' on (yeah)
Yes, sir,
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
on and on
And throughout the globe
Its nothing but fiction
Fairy tells Covid19 spell descriptions uh uh
Please picture the night when God was silent
Picture this prison
Hit that lick I move in silence I ain’t tell nobody
All this cake on me like my first birthday party
I had do some people dirty hate to talk about it
they ass so much, we dig 'em up and tell 'em, "Die again"
I can hit the club all by myself long as the strap is in
Niggas told me, all the rappers
going through it yea
And I can tell you bout a real nigga going through it
Put his hands up
We got em going out the sad way
Bake that boy a cake
And I
you my entree
My grub, you my happy meal
Like a toy
Bring ya boys with you
Put you niggas ona crutch
It'll get like that
You's a bitch like that
a fetus
Na I don't need your rap bars on my remix
Turn Soulja Boy tell ’em
Into Soulja Boy teethless
Ask about the kid, JID, older boys preaching
Teaching
the beam that I showed him, that I keep by my scrotum
I seen him I sold him, I leand him I told him
The Demons arose and, bullets, pull it, at a hour just
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…
Happy birthday
I wish we could celebrate, I wish we could drink 'til we levitate
I wish that our ex's would never hate, and when they mix my shit give it
it's your birthday shawty
Drop it to the ground like it's Earth Day shawty
Do what you want it's your birthday party
Got ya boy hurt, need a first aid
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
kno nun bout that nigga but I can tell that he hoe
Watching me like he my bitch, watch this glizzy til it blow
Tryna run and hit the gate but when it's
gave me shit I plotted way to get it
Should've thought outside the box cause them plans got me convicted
Mr Know It All Couldn't tell me shit I wouldn't
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