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and Kareem
Shot Johnny around the corner from my Auntie Willene
Ladder in my double nine-M, Glock with the beam
He had 'em thinking he was him, but shit is

motherfuckin touch my cup
I just told this bitch you already know I doubled up

Rockin all this mother fuckin bape I'm feelin like ape
Laughin to the bank cuz I

Ronnie G, baby
(Tell me how I'm 25 and I'm an OG)
(Put 'em on blast like bazookas)
Ay you know what, you know what I don't think one time was enough

They like SOULJA boy u fell Off Idk bout it cuz a nigga ain’t take a loss

Riding around the city still movin like a boss

Looking for my opp I swear

the only ones that Know so don't tell me watch my Mouth
Nighas dropped the addy a year ago 
And i still go by the house I done Learned his route know errnody

Fuck a diss
Bottled issa bliss (fuck em)
Yungin stuntin frontin who that boy who him is (who him is)
Fuck a diss
Bottled issa bliss (fuck em)
Yungin

rubber bands
They stealing swag like a damn coverman
I'm the first rapper in the world like Soulja Boy
But now evolved you can call me Soulja Man
You can

Ready to ride on my doughboy
Old boy, ain't ready when I hit em with the Rolls Royce
Oh boy, get the bread right for that po boy
By the far the most dope

me, "Youngin', you the one"
Givenchy, Louis, BAPE, the only thing, I'm from the slums
White gold, Presidential, maybe I should run
Still get 'em by

days and years past when you add it up that's life boy

My young nigga said Josh I ain't you ion work for these white folk
Big Soulja got the Draco I got

me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, do you wan' fuck with me? Nah

Hustle, boy

Who Wanna

Lil Wayne

Tha Carter

2004

me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, do you wan' fuck with me? Nah

Hustle, boy

to catchin' a Wraith
Banana boy, up in my Bape
I'm tryna catch me an eighth
They tryna touch on my safe
I cannot barely can sleep
I gotta lay with my peeps

on 'em but I ain't Soulja
I don't gotta put hands on 'em
Couple bands on 'em and this shit is over
She want it now pull up in a rover
Tryna spend the night

sky gettin high wit my dawgs
From the cell to the trenches
We gon make it out
Boy say that he a soulja we can shoot it out
Free my boys on them books
We

the fake shit
Im just dripping in bape shit
There's a party next door and you're not invited
Call double R like who want the statik
Load up chop then let em

I’m in Japan!
I’m in Japan
Yen in my hands!
I’m in Japan
Stacking my bands
Yen in my hands
They come by the grand
Copped me some drip
Bape for

em
My eyes red in the studio this XO got me rockin'
In paradise like Coolio man gangsta shit been poppin'
But ya'll Soulja Boy frauds that bitches out

I tell em be modest (Yo I try to be modest)
I tell em be modest (Man I tell em be modest)
But they like "Fuck that. Been getting my dollas 
Bitch I'm

drugs you took
Stuck in a nook
Forced to do it by the book
Even though I'm a rook

Here lemme tell ya a tale
You in jail gettin railed
A piece of rail

the toy
He hopped out wylin'
Shooting crazy like Soulja Boy
Got him in the frame, snapped shots
Not a Polaroid
Thousand words I never said to the pigs
Keep

Turn It Up

Roscoe

The King

and Wanessa we roll
A red Bentley and range rolls sitting in twenty inch folls
Go on open the party
A pa pa pa party, they're goin' retarded
A Soulja Boy

talking shit they didn't like, riding marble white
I might just break 'em off, when I come dripped out like Ike
I'm talking shoes by Huarache, shirts by

talking shit they didn't like, riding marble white
I might just break 'em off, when I come dripped out like Ike
I'm talking shoes by Huarache, shirts by