Lyrics:
a fetus
Na I don't need your rap bars on my remix
Turn Soulja Boy tell ’em
Into Soulja Boy teethless
Ask about the kid, JID, older boys preaching
Teaching
her left and got her right
Dranking Hennessy
I'm in this B
And cranking Soulja boy
Hit a Nigga square in the mouth
And air it out if he get hype
Single
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight
But I cannot, baby girl, and that's the issue
Girl, you know
time you should devour
Screaming money power
You already know that shit that sweet
It also could be sour
Ridding so clean
Riding clean
Stepped up
boys across the cheek with Isotoners
And went to tell yo mama and yo pop that you was a goner
Tell em Big Boi did it, I swear that nigga be rhymin'
watching a church
Gathering take place, looking boy
"Oy vey, that boy's gay!"
That's all they say, looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
Draco
This your boy Soulja Boy, man (Soulja Boy Tell 'Em)
It's Big Draco by the way (Souja)
You already know what's goin' on (yeah)
Yes, sir,
the thunder
In the trunk crank it up drop it down raise it up
Let em' talk about my style they could never say enough
Probably say that it was luck
But they
my mama buried her jitt for?"
(why did mama bury her jitt for)
Man you can't tell a young nigga with no daddy that that nigga aint a big boy
(woo)
I
watch that, as the lobster crack, I spray the Baccarat
Your reputation, you can't clean that shit up at no laundromat, sucker
See, somebody has to say
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight
But I cannot, baby girl, and that's the issue
Girl, you know
em after shoes
The ones actin' brand new.
Now let me see ya shake ya tailfeather
Put it high in the sky so I could tell weather
Tell whether you
Niggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop
Better tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty
(We know how you be doing it baby) How
the scene
I left the beat off in a stretcher
(Leave it in a stretcher)
Yeah, look
Tell them boys "Catch up", yeah (Tell 'em)
Tell them boys "Catch up", yeah
[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
clean
I can get you hit dog
Pissed off
Tell me my demeanor keep em pissed off
Big talk
You ain't bout that action
Boy you big soft
I'm the franchise boy
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
joint crank fool)
Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stangin' (uh)
I'm strapped, bitch don't trip, 'cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip
that's how you clean the plate (that's how you clean the plate)
Take him out, just like a date, I cater niggas every day (blrrt, blrrt, blrrt)
Ayy,
I walk
Love the way I lean, they say that I'm so clean
I got a lot of money, I got a lot of ice
I got a lot of cars, many colors and lots of types
I
Bently coupe drop down while you see da spreewells spin
Now see we choppin it up got the henny in da cup
Clean white tee tucked and I ain't givin it a f***
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
Reluctantly I walk on by, I'm not gon' lie, that Betty fine
But I got to drank, cant even thank, unless I'm tanked, I'm already high
So let it fly, miss
on by, I'm not gon' lie, that Betty fine
But I got to drank, can't even thank, unless I'm tanked, I'm already high
So let it fly, miss Kimberly, I can see
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