Lyrics:
Pull up in valet and tell 'em keep it runnin'
(Tell 'em keep it runnin')
Ain't worried 'bout a nigga
Takin' nothin' from me
(Takin' nothin' from me) what
on
My souljas get to jumpin so I had to turn my swag on
Hate a nigga always talking tuff don't gotta act hard
I hate a nigga always gotta bluff man you
had em all
Spliff lit, life lit, flight land, cut the bullshit
Right there where it stand, It don't need legs
Head leaning on a big booty like a bean
the booth
And tell him what the problem is
Felix
I got a homie
And his name is Solomon
He hold a 30
So don't ever bother him
You agitate him
And he get
tell no lie
Private plane, my seat recline, top 10 charts, where I reside
Got me a house ?
We the muthafuckin best, word to my mama
Ridin'
"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
YEAH)
So tell em to shake it (SHAKE IT),
Shake it (SHAKE IT)
Shake that healthy butt.
Baby got back.
(L.A. back with a Oakland booty.)
Baby got back.
a Lego
Got it on me ain't taking my eggo
Soulja boy act a fool with the draco
Diadora will step on diego
Ketchup wit me or split yo tomato
Tu No entiendo
Who repping the throne? Raid em like a tax invasion
I'm passed being patient, you gabbing in statements? I'd never rat
I got stories I can't tell you
berserk (that's right)
Kill 'em off one by one, "Final Destination"
Fuck that medication, I'm sipping cold flu Echinacea (come on)
You done fucked up, I
the city shawty it's unanimous
Shout it out sold yay, nine forty-four
K, Quarter, half, whole thang nigga like the old days?
Hey, dope boy trap nigga swag
about me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
For all my niggas with babies by bitches
That use their kids as meal tickets
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
the bag for the weekend
I'm gone to Los Angeles
Tell em spread out my name like evangelist
Roll by myself just can't deal w abandonment
But I got that stick
ask me for my number,
I tell ‘em a couple mill cuz…
My booty worth a billion,
My kisses worth a million,
My goodies worth a trillion,
So bitch I’m rich
give it up for afe babz
Everybody science student
Everybody get lab
Everybody rocking nike
Everybody get swag
Until oloba boys pull up
Then everybody
a circle
You can use your hands if you want to
Got hella ass, I mean hella cash
Got hella swag, don't want hurt you
Then I throw that ass in a circle
You can
me my swag is born from Soulja
Inspired by Em my dad is Stan
Logic I got Minaj my best
My body’s Armani distraction Kehlani
I’m dripped Geneva these
Didn't I tell ya, ya ain't supposed to be sweatin', boy?
You-You-You You gotta you gotta you got to
You got to make me feel good
Oh there's something
pain in a double cup
I'm telling you now so it's not a surprise got something for boy if he running up
Tell brody to cut em keep cutting n cutting up
shirts, socks and sandels
Keep the God in me, the Hova Ja knew Allah in me
Ball wit' me, don't tell 'em who saw when 'bout to squall wit' me
Fall wit'
Halal Feathers yeah
Press Machine, Press Machine ano Gang
Wassi Gang huh?
Tell 'em that we make it happen
Tell 'em that we make it happen
Tell 'em
Hop in a whip and I crash out
Everyone bite my swag now
Now they asking for handouts
Ex hoe just turned to a fan now
Pussy boy wanna get zapped hit em
the swag (swag)
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?
[Chorus]
It's about three in the morning (ay)
Gotta leave with
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