Lyrics:
at me
Any rapper wan get at me, tell ya label contact me
Dats a hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat ya
I'm a beast, I'm a creature, I'm
upon the beat, Elite, the heat is premium
Delete the competition, have 'em wishin' I was feelin' 'em
I take the track to higher heights, like voices
shake it
Shake it, twist it
You got a fine body, why don't you back dat thing up
Type of thighs make yo boy wanna back his springs up
If you throw it my
my lil' soulja there
Bitch, it's over, I thought I told you that
Ayy, you too messy, why you posting that?
I can really tell them boys to spin that
da kisses but you gon' sale dat ass
Real pimps shit, yeah, I keep an hour glass
Now young shawties saleing by the hour ass
I don't give 'em nothin'
they ass so much, we dig 'em up and tell 'em, "Die again"
I can hit the club all by myself long as the strap is in
Niggas told me, all the rappers
before my Y (might not never, haan)
Even my abuela know that (let's get 'em Mixx)
Let's go (let's go), we take a trip to the opps (we take a what?)
Bring, bring the, bring the energy
Bring, bring the, bring the energy
Tell em, tell em, tell em, tell em, tell em
Tell em who or what
Tell em who I
Dat
Can u fuck wit All Dat
Yea, Yea
I fuck wit All Dat
Yea I fuck wit All Dat
Now they sayin a nigga too old to blow
Now tell me sumthin I ain't
tell em'
I don't ride solo no more
Got a Soulja girl for my Soulja boy
motherfuckers (now let's go)
My Rolls-Royce, Lamborghini
Blue Madina, always beamin'
Rag top, chrome pipes (bring it back now)
Blue lights, outta sight (now
Niggas make believe
Rip Soulja slim I used to rock them Soulja rees
Back in the day franchise had me in
White tees
Hard head do whatever just to get
Some
better hit me in dat Trac phone (bleep)
And when da scratch gone dey gone put me back on
These niggas bloods and crips dey got dat sack on em
And uon never
motherfuckers (now let's go)
My Rolls-Royce, Lamborghini
Blue Madina, always beamin'
Rag top, chrome pipes (bring it back now)
Blue lights, outta sight (now
bang 'cause I'm behind bars
And rearrange DNA, play like God
I bring it back
Back to life, back to life
Back to life, back to life
Back to life,
hit da floor I see you stayin on yo grind
I watch you twirk it baby drop dat thang 2 da floor
Now tell a friend dat dis yo song grl bend yo back low
She
bring the plan back to my team, tell 'em go wild
God body, my physique, and my profile
I did every single goal that I wrote down, checked it off it's
heard me son yea
(Baby I want a Beemer Boy)
In my hood nigga struggle so we get up n hustle
Get it invest it & flip it I need dat shit on da double
noe da police yo gurl sucked
on my dick nd it felt like she had no teeth soulja
boy tellem that i am a beast man in hip hop i go ham
now lets have
young niggas jug it
den bring dat shit back
I like to pop rubberbands a lot
Dese rubber bands can't hold my knots
Bad lil bitch and she dance a lot
Thief
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
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
the fuck you spill lean on a BB Simon?
A real dope boy don't do consignments
Ten times out of ten, I'm bound to rob 'em
They say "Pap act like he
Got
kill you just know Dat
Know dat the boy still progressing
I went from YouTube to snapping on making the beats
Know dat the boy still finessing
He asked
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