Lyrics:
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Hit-Boy)
Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy (G.Ry got me)
Fuck that talkin', let the clip slam 'em
Yellow bands
to wait, uh
Tall grass, yes I know around me be some snakes, uh
Haul ass always movin' so I like to pace
Soulja Boy, I tell them that they out of date, uh
of the porch
And I went and bought a stick
Jumped out off the Porsche
And I damn near bought a bitch
Real dope boy, tell the fans take a pic
Tell 'em buckle up
I love Fisher Price
804-335-0051
LOL smiley face, LOL smiley face (Soulja Boy Tell 'Em)
8043351005, (Gucci)
LOL smiley face, LOL smiley face
I pop rubber bands
Yeah they gon scam
Goons on my camp
Ouu
Yeah
Ice on my neck
Ou Ice in my cup
What yu be sippin
Me I got Bubbly
Boy you not up
Tell
get em
Shoot!
Let me get em
Nah shootout ayye, nah shootout ayyee, nah shootout ayyee, nah shootout ayyee
(soulja boy tell em)
[verse 1:]
Its
like a threat, if you mean business you mean business tell 'em pull up that's a bet (pshh)
I'm a hot boy I'm a hot boy (Ha)
I'm a hot boy I'm a hot boy
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em hopped up out the bed turn my swag on
Took a look in the mirror said what's up
Yeah I'm getting money oh
Hopped up out
niggas got hammers
Brick by brick
Build it up then i add worth
Shorty wanna patch it up
This is not patchwerk
If she want the dick all she gotta do is ask
Yeah
Check Check
Gotta make sure this muthafucka right
It's ya nigga Amaan in this
Look
I could tell you all about some real things
Only if you
Down
Mhm Prince
Hey... Tell yo nigga that y'all done
Tick tick tick I'm the bomb
5 4 3 2 I'm the one
Hold on, Chico, Mike Vick, tell em run
Hey... Say I
season
And the taste is perfection
I can tell just by how you're breathing
Now when I run into these walls
I break em' down just like 28
Now every time I
shit
Niggas can't stand me boy I'm outstanding, I can't be damage, yeen built like this
Came to fuck this game up, like let me stick the head in
My
Check it, I'm ahead of 'em, chop it up with the veteran
A legend developin', they gotta tell 'I'm it's evident
Gotta notice an elephant, none of you
I kicked da hoe out told da bitch to kick rocks
These hoes be so trifling they Js want some cock
But Soulja boy tell em bitch
Don't become a victim
got the drink in his cup
Told that bitch we goin' up
Tonight, bitch we goin' up, whoa
Tonight bitch we goin' up
Tell my bitch we goin' up, whoa
where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down
Tell me he want smoke, 187, that's that same shit
.357 send you to heaven, knock out your brain
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
a picture
I Play with her pussy
Like fisher- price Nigga
And we all know that
She dissed ya twice nigga
Move up out of my sight
Boy You a hype nigga
I'ma G
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
y'all that
And I'm coming straight off of the mound
Just to burn a bitch down every time I hit a track
No cap boy
What you gon' do with em
Whatcha gone do
bound, left him up
Now lay him down
Pullin' up that platinum round
Light that boy, don't play around
Get found in the lost and found
Now there's teardrops
then I leave
Money on me only thing bout me green
Ain't no I in the team but I bet succeed
Tell gang that I got it I go for the lead
Kill a opp wet em up
get, the more my ambition tells there's more
I'll move an eighth for that girl, I'll move a half for that boy
Then I flip that,double up, kick back,
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