Lyrics:
da plate around. Now pass da plate around.
I live how I wanna live.
Eat how I wanna eat.
You can tell by my belly I barely skip the meat.
First you
rhymes in Ghana tryna play Amadeus and Brahms cut to now it's time for
Rap Opera
This is renaissance music (Let me tell 'em what it is)
Cyberspace music
of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,
take a l like lexus
Go ahead girl and shoe 'em how you move (how you move)
Tell your girl hold your bag and your shoes
Put it on 'em so a n**** can't
ballin'
She tryna get on the court
I'ma hold it down for us, bro, just pass me the torch
Yeah, this bitch go over two, I never drive it in sport
Shit,
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight
But I cannot, baby girl, and that's the issue
Girl, you know
like Soulja Boy
Cause I done started some shit (Woah Woah)
Man these freaky hoes know they gone roll
They been start they whip (Woah Woah)
I don't need
already, It's a Pharaoh resurrected, I hope you motherfuckers ready
Don't call me black, no more, tell him don't call me that, I'm moor, Tell him don't call
a feather
I fuck the bitch like the other bitch better
I'm twenty years, tryna get it together
She like a dog, tell her ass, I'ma pet her
I feel like Durk,
These boys is some cowards I do it for you
No need for details you know what I do
I show that commitment I'm showing that love
Know that I'm smart
gonna tell us now
Been balling ever since Jodeci
None y'all can't rap like me
Last boy that crossed ma path
That boy had a rest in peace
I'm undercover
tell me something new
Cuz I'm close to letting go
This that late night vibe
With ma dawgs in the back
Cruisin' down whyte ave
Tell 'em this where it's
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight
But I cannot, baby girl, and that's the issue
Girl, you know
to tell a story, oh, baby!
Blood on the walls, street life
America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years
Hip hop's only shining star in the night's
you can tell by my face boy
That bad bitch she call me hellboy
Bitches want my dick they can call my cell, boy
I just wanna bitch I can call my playboy
a Soulja Boy & he’ll hit youuu with it
Tryna let my kid still be a kid
But I damn near can’t cuz the streets too wicked
At an all time low I’m too lifted
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
And get some candles
Gradidily getting brighter
Then we pass through
(Look lil boy on a mission
On a very big mission
By this time of the day
It used to be
Whoa! whoa! whoa! whoa! whoa!
(Soulja boy tell em, swish! )
I'm ballin' (I'm ballin')
Ok
I'm ballin' mvp baller of the year
I'm ballin' (I'm
No one gave a fuck about his
Jam and it was cast away
And his fuckin name forgotten by a
World that shit on him
Until he was discovered by, a Muslim
bitches i just want pussy
I just want money, ain't nothing funny
Y'all niggas keep laughing chopper gone dump
We gone tell'em
When it come to that walk
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
clip to return the favour
Me and Mr no heart had a triple by pass
For any block we on we didn't even have to ask
Yo yo g can't forget what we did in
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