Lyrics:
[P. Diddy]
C'mon now, C'mon now
Cash Money, Bad Boy baby
Let's go
[Baby]
Pretty lady go on do that dance
Pretty lady go on do that dance
them girls that be ridin' dutty
The ones that like to keep the D up inside 'em now
So many girls off up in the mall boy a nigga be in the club (oh!)
Wun, y'all done fucked up now
Oh, shit, 'Ryde or Die', nigga
It's Yung Wun with the big gun
What you gon' do, boy?
You betta sit down, boy, we
stepped on her heart, I broke it piece by piece
Crank a bitch like I'm Soulja, no ring like she Schroeder
I'm really 1SiX bitch, I thought that I told you
niggas I call em big lexy
Lil moma she looking real sexy
She hit me up saying she wanna sexy me
She slid in me dm tryna be my bm
I told her nuhhuh baby I
I was sellin' fourteens (halftime)
Mama couldn't tell me shit (swear)
Got the grapes tatted on my sleeve
(big grape) my daddy he was big G (big four)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
house big, he stashing 10 million
[Other Guy]
How many? How much?
Chorus: 1x
Man you gotta watch dem haters
Watch dem haters, watch dem haters
Man you
yeah
I'll bust you in your meat, yeah
I see you looking when I speak, yeah
I rock them gold teeth, yeah
I'ma rock 'em 'til I'm dead, they gon' bury
Talking:
what's that big baby?
You know what's sound dog
They gon' like this here, ya heard me?
They go like, you know what I'm sayin'?
Fuck 'em
brænder ogs' igennem Amiri Denim
Det der "Crank That", Soulja Boy, go tell 'em
Længe siden at vi kendt' til en broke feelin' (yuu)
Big baba Brancs, i
a hood baby, tell that boy stay dangerous
Booty big, so his set ain't the only thing he banging
How you broke and trying to holla, man these niggas be
out Park Town
Big Gator one who made this song
I play it so real, I play it by ear
I don't know what you talkin' 'bout cowboy
But J Prince is real
Totally psychic open your mind quick as the vibe kicks word to my sidekick
Sex boi let's hoi jislaaik yo yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
Supa Sammy
4s up ya know I got em
Glock 45 that's for the streets
Not the studio
Big shit
Big six shout out to lil foolio
Florida hit
But Florida Git's
overnight
I started rapping while they were still crankin' that Soulja Boy
Hop on another flight
Go see my family and tell 'em they don't gotta worry
I
and
You can see that clearly
You ain't big, not nearly, really
When you see me in H
And I know none of them ain't carrying weight
Ask Presto, he will tell
pinned down by lies and rumors
Tried to 123 the Kid, now I'm laughin in they face
Tell em Hardy har har, that's just the twist of fate now hold up
3:16!
(Rock Boy Beats)
(That nigga Ladd got the juice, uh)
Ayy, pull up, I'ma air this bitch out, they call me Big Chant
I been on the run, they tryna
the rot
Okay okay Soulja boy tell em Soulja boy tell em
Whats going on today mayne
How could he be selling cause he could snap and the beat is real heavy
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
from ghetto we nuh born uptown
So we, Never take back chat yuh haffi know
We are the big things up on the scene
Royal Soulja we nuh need no crown
Clean
to die but I don't wanna be next
I wasn't shit so I made the world call me fresh
I tell em Cautions calculate ya steps
Nobody's giviin hand outs better
your woo game won't work think
You a soulja I'm a put him on a camoflauge shirt
Berg, Weezy, look what I did to 'em choppa style
Gon' and put a cig
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