Lyrics:
[Chorus: x2]
I be reppin' my city
I be grippin' them cities
I be flippin' them pennies
Turn em to good and plenty
I be strokin' that pussy
I be
fuckin' with the right one, soulja fo life one
ain't no mothafucka like em
where he at, show em to me
and I'm gonna strike em and bite em
and swallow em
brænder ogs' igennem Amiri Denim
Det der "Crank That", Soulja Boy, go tell 'em
Længe siden at vi kendt' til en broke feelin' (yuu)
Big baba Brancs, i
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
don't put your faith in no man never trust these hoes, how the f*ck you say you gone ride b*tch you ain't never rode, Soulja life b*tch that's the comity
Yo these stories I spit, I seen 'em I wrote 'em
Like a teen that was boastin, "La Vida Loca" in
In his dream I awoke him, the Beamer I drove it
It was
I learned more by that corner store
If you didn't know herione worth more than gold
Sick wit the flow this more than just a common cold
Can't stand
Bitch, I never ran my mouth
City boy shit, yeah baby, I'm a soulja
Got the block hot now we all going global
It's that city boy
got the drink in his cup
Told that bitch we goin' up
Tonight, bitch we goin' up, whoa
Tonight bitch we goin' up
Tell my bitch we goin' up, whoa
where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down
Tell me he want smoke, 187, that's that same shit
.357 send you to heaven, knock out your brain
Like broke to me still exist
But you know what?
..God slapped me with a gift
I’d double down on the clique
We Souljas.. yea
Yea I say you know what
(Uh)
grippin dem cities
I be flippin dem pennies
Turn em to good and plenty
I be strokin that pussy
I be smokin that kushie
I be flippin dem flounders
They
lately, shits crazy
Can you blame me? Just maybe
Hustle bustlin
With a supplement
2 5 coupling
That age coming in
Who like gum with it
Mask is stuck in em
Toothpaste, mop 'em up, ugh, Blueface
Team f'yooch, we tied like a shoelace
When I got that tec in my hand, boy, I'm vicious
Tinted the windows, we out
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
Heard that pussy talkin' loud (huh?)
Well, fuck it, I'ma let him hang (dudu, duh)
I feel like Soulja Boy 'cause bitch
I just bought me some Bathing Ape
like semons
I give her the dick when she earn it
I need that wet shit
She got my name on a necklace
Get a bag make sure its hefty
You can come by, give
the visual
Tell em how to move based off the typical
But every step is based off of a video
And i can tell em' fire, I'm on my way up
Problems got me
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…
that boy like a cig
Bro down bad still smoking mid
Bro down bad still smoking mid
In my bag dead presidents
Count up racks add dividends
ST4T1C she like
what I'm tal;kin' bout out there, but some of ya'll don't... i got my partner DJ Unk, right?, That's about to tell ya'll how this thing go. DJ UNK. CRANK
They Really Cain
If u ask that nigga he probably say Soulja lchanged
Iask bout Soulja they tell ya wat Soulja bang
Idk bout no Dwyzayy that is not
I tell em be modest (Yo I try to be modest)
I tell em be modest (Man I tell em be modest)
But they like "Fuck that. Been getting my dollas
Bitch I'm
need a mob?
I do this by myself
I don't need no one else
Who said I need a crew?
Who said I need a - WOO
Tell 'em, tell 'em, I don't need that shit, boy
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