Lyrics:
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
feel like she can press me for some money
I beat her out dat neck n dropped dis c*ck down in her stomach
she locked down n Itz funny
I told her tell
I fucked her for free
And now you walk around like somehow you got one up on me
Nigga please, this your brother part
This nigga found Soulja Boy's
dat party"
[Wild Child]
Hahahah... my fantasy is to line MC's in chronological order
Tell 'em I'm mad at all of ya brothers, check out my
swallows are not migratory.
GUARD #2: Oh, yeah...
GUARD #1: So they couldn't bring a coconut back anyway...
[clop clop]
GUARD #2: Wait a minute --
money (like money) (hey)
What da real life making dat money
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
Tell the dj bring it back (tell
Soulja Boy Tell'em with a brand new mac eleven
N***a try me man I'm rockin' gucci sweaters
Louis on my head BLVD is getting money
N***az hatin' on me
to this beat
Boy your game is weak
Didn't even go full out Optimus Prime
On these damn lines you getting hype
Before I dropped the rhyme
And I can say
with a bottle,
I call her
Ms Parker,
I like em red-bone
I like em darker,
She put her hands on her knees
no doubt,
Wait for the beat to drop
Bend her
Yo dj hi-tek
Drop the motherfuckin' beat box dog
Bring that next-level shit
Uh, yo, for real
That's what I'm talking about
Check it out
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
pussy ass down if you can't stand that.
I make yo shirt look like yo favorite color crayon out. Go and let these bitch niggas ahead, like I stand back
you Kobe
Rest in power singletary I too was dat ill lil boy in the hood afraid to bury my
Demons but now they out huh I gotta face Christ matter
Want me to bring back dat Gangsta shit
Lay with you bitch watching Netflix
Lay with yo bitch with da fire stick
Come in here playing Ima fire dat
bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Sucka, I hit em' up
Yeah, straight out on the Bad Boy camp
You know how we do it
All my real homeboys in
New York
Leave em stuck in the cold like when i slide down dey block
My niggas stuck to the code when dem niggas got locked
We did so much dirt dat dese
boom bap like
Who dat? Who dat?
Brother who dat? Who dat?
Cuz I'm getting real tired of these neeks
Who's that, boom bap, slaps back on the beat
KaeDee
Soulja Boy
Pulling up in my new toy
Shoot my shot, Brandon Roy
AND I
Cannot slow down my grind
I'm one of a kind
Tell me what's on your mind
This, is,
keep yo mouth shut around them bitches they gone run it back , 50 on me shoot out 42 a peel a nigga cap, ain't gotta tell her bring it in she leave it
clouded
The situation you in you win when u out it
Show em what to do wit without when they doubting
Uh DOT remember me back at the park
See that was
Jamaica
But I've been on that wave, that's why this year I tell yah, I don't need no favors
(Damn, Soulja Boy stunt on them haters)
And my resolution for
tell yah, I don't need no favors
(Damn, Soulja Boy stunt on them haters)
And my resolution for New Years is nigga we made it!
You don't know how long I
get off me
Bitch I’m too hot so get
Hit a nigga dead in the mouth
Tell em imma need all his proceeds
Say my name tryna get some clout
Tell em pussy
call me deadboy
I'm a demon see me moving strange
See moving really odd, done dat job
Run from plod
Back on track, burning fat
Tell dat gally let dat
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