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(Na na na na na na)
Can’t even talk (talk)
I knew that boy was a fed (I knew that boy was a fed!)
Head to my toe walk-in around in designer
Always be

Lil Kolo a Soulja, boy I did it first
But sometimes I be feeling like Ray J
Cause im with a thick bit built like Kim
I think I might make her my bay bay

the bag weighs (I know)
Broke down soon as I seen 'em bring the coffin in
Lord knows, I just really wanna see you walk again (Jesus)
Million dollars

I'm that Sulawesi boy that she been thinkin' bout
She gon' hit me up 
Cuz she heard that I'm in the South
Hit the club and get it poppin'
Ain't no

Hands on my shirt, mine on her skirt
As soon as our heads get down in the dirt
I hope in the Uber and tell my boy (Skrt)
Bitch I'm sneaking
Hiding all my

inducted
In is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of (shame)
You fags think it's all a game
'til I walk a flock of flames
Off a plank and
Tell me what in

lot
Lips stay cherried up
Like them boys chevied up

I keep it fresh (keep it fresh)
I keep it fly (keep it fly)
Make em look everytime we walk by (walk

the Midwest
Bitch I’m from the Midwest
I tell these haters, I tell 'em
I tell 'em, I tell 'em, I tell 'em!

Check my sleeves, boy sleeves, boy
This is how I

Tiny Montgomery

The Band

The Basement Tapes

1975

gonna pig on down by the Fountain Bank
One bird book, and a buzzard and a crow
Tell 'em all that Tiny's gonna say hello

Scratch your dad
Do that bird

A$AP Forever [Remix]

Moby

Testing

2018

I put the gang on the flames (woo!), they gon' remember the name
They robbin' boys for the chains (woo!), I got Goyard by the sack (woo!)
I got

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

I Know What Girls Like

Jay-Z

In My Lifetime, Vol. 1

1997

call me a slut, who gives a fuck
That's fine nigga, shit, I'm a good with mine
I can tell by your shoes you know what I want
Fuck a prenup, give me

Make'm Bleed

Fiend

Ghetto Organized

1998

to sip through a straw 
Walk up to his casket nigga laughing, put a slug up in his jacket 
Tell him if I ever see him again even if it's hell, I think

a broke boy's ambitions

I pack my peace pipe so I can put my mind to rest
As I walk in pure darkness, out of sight, out of mind, I guess
In the middle

Shut 'Em Down

Do or Die

Picture This

1996

Could avoid that shit and still be out here getting paid
You let a nigga from that joint run your fucking life
You tell em this it's you that got to pay

Soulja Slim playin'
Niggas buckin' like Giannis
I came back on that bull shit
Jordan with the 4-5
Made his baby momma call 'em
Told that boy come outside

under my nails
Can’t trust these niggaz they’ll tell, too much weight cant go to jail
Smoke out the bale, don’t need no scale
They know it’s pressure by

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

'em talk, let 'em talk
Let 'em talk
Like we don't hear what they saying
Let 'em walk, let 'em walk, let 'em walk
Let 'em walk
We'll just drive by

Way I Be Leanin'

Juvenile

Reality Check

2006

so, let the boy be

He off the meter with tennis shoes and a white tee
Bitches watchin' him thinkin', "What if he wife me?"
And it's a certain kind

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

chrome in the holster.
With gats I Crank That, makes sense I’m known as a Soulja.
Boy Tell ‘Em that I don’t need all these clothes and bitches.
Hoes

like Hibachi
Put em on a stove

Begged Momma and she came through
And she bought me that Game boy advance
Tell the labels I ain't playing no games boy

the talk walk the walk s’yeke ngey’ indaba

We communicate like birds
Young Zulu boy from Durbs Kzn
South coast hover over trying to chase me in my grey BM