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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

and this my year
Na this my mellineum i got em
Soulja Boy Tell Em' That the name on my colladids 
i sit back if a nigga disrespect 
then he diseased RIP
rest

you said you love him
You ain't sly (Pussy)
Boy you in disguise rats I despise
If you tell 'em what you saw we
Gon' shoot you in your eyes
Gave my bro

to tell you all

Ayo, you lookin' at my jewels, don't even risk it (don't even risk it, ah)
My mechanic be sniffin' with the wrenches (with the wrenches,

you need
It's Griselda muh, I tried to tell you muh

Ayo, you lookin' at my jewels
Don't even risk it
(Don't even risk it, ah)
My mechanic be sniffin'

Put that lil' boy to rest like it's bedtime
Hit his foot, let's play ball, red sox
Send her home
Tell that bitch to kick big rocks uh
Chosted (Chosted)

Kiss Me Thru The Phone

Sammie

Promo Only: Rhythm Radio (March 2009)

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

back it up and put it down like

Look, this nigga asked me what my name is
I told him FVN but baby you can call me realest
When I’m walking by already

lackin’
Pistol packin’, we gon’ hit between his arms wit’ a hammer
Bakin’ soda, my lil’ soulja, knock ‘em over, get ‘em right
Late at night we pop out, we

I Wanna Rock

Snoop Dogg

Malice N Wonderland

2009

the colorss fool, I'm in the streets for real
I'm giggin' on these hoes, do 'em like dominos
I slam 'em on they back, and tell 'em, vámonos

I wanna rock

the colorss fool, I'm in the streets for real
I'm giggin' on these hoes, do 'em like dominos
I slam 'em on they back, and tell 'em, vamanos

I wanna rock

by the ceilings
No ass shots, I can tell, I could feel it
And I heard you got hurt, baby girl, I can heal it
And if you need it right now, baby

Soulja Boy tell em.
Uhh, bitch I look like Goku.
Bitch I look like Vegeta, im hoppin out that oldschool.
'64 Impala, swagged up.
Bitch I'm poppin

the sky-y-y
Baby, you're a firework
C'mon, let your colors burst
Make 'em go, "Aah, aah, aah"
You're gonna leave them all in awe, awe, awe

Boom, boom, boom

know)
If he tell you a cop, gettin' head from a thot (yeah, yeah)
Niggas know don't go there with me (don't go)
Two hands, we blow that fifty (boom

the office countin' numbers (tell 'em)
Don't ever judge a book by the cover
Bitch, judge a cook by how it bubble (stove)

Yeah, yeah (oh)
Pagin'

Call up the bitches and Barbies
Tell 'em we mobbing
If she bad eat that Pussy regardless
She call me daddy
No I'm not her father
GTA nigga we got

down the road
Right by the ocean
I got bitches (swag) on my toes (Dre)
(Pretty boy swag) Pretty boy swagging on
You fucking hoes (I do this)
This one for

to turn up loud
We different, got our life that we livin', standin' out in the crowd

That boom bap rap
They ask me how I do it, I'ma tell 'em I'm just

Ya heard me?
Ah

Youngin tryna put that blick on somethin' (Baow)
Youngin steady tryna hit at somethin' (Boom, baow)
I been tryna tell him not

Cause the streets aint where it is, foreal

(Rxnel Verse I)
Face gated I aint gotta tell ‘em
Who I is
Drive-by’s, look
We aint catching Ubers here
Aye…

winnin'
So they bringin' up cap
Most of they homies is not livin'
Put some shots in 'em
Now that boy wanna rap (Boom boom)
All of my oppas be dry snitchin'

Bigger Picture

Cam'ron

Diplomatic Immunity, Vol. 2 [Clean]

2004

"Bigger Picture"

[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records

jumped out with that chrome
He crossed the line, now he a dead guy
Jump out the Jag, up with
The Mac like, "Pussy boy
I'm tryna see what you on"
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