Lyrics:
to the old me
Sugar coated no koolaid
Whats my name know its too late
Why he drop it got that new you
Im like soulja boy hit em with the you
Rockaway
Now
Boy I'm so next I got em so stressed
Nightmare I got em waking up in cold sweats
This Luvale boy got the game so stretched/Kanye with it boy I'd die
if don’t then imma tell em
That I’m tryna be yo Superman like Soulja boy who tell em (they don’t even know about us!)
Imma lure my bitches in with
the rot
Okay okay Soulja boy tell em Soulja boy tell em
Whats going on today mayne
How could he be selling cause he could snap and the beat is real heavy
to Gary
I tip em like Ben and Jerry
We're in the special team
We kick it like Vinatieri
You listenin to the boy in the
Class that used to read slow
But now
maintenance
Only fuckin dudes that makin them commas
That's about the time she run into Robert
Now listen
He the type to come around
You don't make a sound
25.
Equipped with no fix from Felix I see their shit
Building on top of you like pyramids
No tomb to save or Tutankhamun to grace you
When these boys put you by
nah
Cause I ain't with that bullshit
I cannot relate or understand
A man that goes online to hate another man
Pussy boy they just type away
I'm
copy 'em
Skeesos in my posse always tell me that I'm rockin' 'em
Old school, new school, make no, never mind
Your foundation's just been undermine
'em
We always solve 'em, like
Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, by the time y'all are
and tides spied before buildings were erected
It's ancient and futuristic like graffiti hieroglyphics
And the B-boy in my city is the only type of mystic
John McEnroe
Me, I'm cool I keep my jewels intact (c'mon)
Loon ain't type of dude that'll move like that (that's right)
Don't compare me to no boozy cat
got wise by hard livin'
I sleep all day, smoke haze, manage` women
I spit these hard rhythms, it feel like a car hit 'em
So leave that boy alone, can't
we could jump 'em and check em, by sprayin' techs at these fools
Make it to trial, you don't win, indirectly you lose
You bad, makin' that move, your
the only ones that Know so don't tell me watch my Mouth
Nighas dropped the addy a year ago
And i still go by the house I done Learned his route know errnody
the toy
He hopped out wylin'
Shooting crazy like Soulja Boy
Got him in the frame, snapped shots
Not a Polaroid
Thousand words I never said to the pigs
Keep
future wifey
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, yeah
You can be my Bonnie, I can be your Clyde
You could be my wife, text me, call me
I need you in my life, yeah,
[Slim Thug]
Say P, man the other day, boy I'm at the club, mane with this broad or whatever. I walk in, I see her
talkin' to some dude or whatever
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
Then I'm chilling on the dance floor getting off some moves
Hit the Soulja Boy once and everybody started losing it
They ain't seen a man this nimble
on him
He heard his homie got signed by a legend
This the same nigga he could call, leave his mama the message
That's the same homie you got jumped,
brudda caught a case
I'll see em by July
Yea
I'm waisting it down
Still don't know when I come down
Say she wanted love
I'm in love with my life
Boy I
what u tryna do, oou
You tell that this ain't nothing new, oou
Niggas asking 'round like who the new, dude
I been that nigga boy I thought u knew, oou
let me in
Tell 'em it's Game but these hoes call me ESPN
Sent Nipsey and Kendrick on tour, I had to set the trend
Before that, do you remember what
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