Lyrics:
in my Air Force Ones
I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom (big boy)
There's something about 'em that's dirty, that's why I got
!
Black and gold brakes, that's my truck, boy
I'm on my Eastside, shit I'm workin'
I got the party goin, and it's jerkin'
My niggas all long, we rollin'
!
Black and gold brakes, that's my truck, boy
I'm on my Eastside, shit I'm workin'
I got the party goin, and it's jerkin'
My niggas all long, we rollin'
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em hopped up out the bed turn my swag on
Took a look in the mirror said what's up
Yeah I'm getting money oh
Hopped up out the bed
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em hopped up out the bed turn my swag on
Took a look in the mirror said what's up
Yeah I'm getting money oh
Hopped up out the bed
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em hopped up out the bed turn my swag on
Took a look in the mirror said what's up
Yeah I'm getting money oh
Hopped up out
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
For Soulja Slim, won't you do that Nolia Clap with me
Say Hot Girl, don't play with me
Like Ying Yang, let me see you salt shake for me
I'm
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
Motherfucker you can blame it on
Superman
Fuck Batman and Robin
Bring that Batmobile through Compton
Nigga, we'll rob em
Escalade armored trucks
Motherfucker you can blame it on
Superman
Fuck Batman and Robin
Bring that Batmobile through Compton
Nigga, we'll rob em
Escalade armored trucks
what you mean? (Soulja Boy Tell 'Em)
You ain't on no bean, nigga what you mean?
I don't blow that stank, nigga what you mean?
I don't sip that
right cause it’s my time
Fuck that humble shit and that mumble shit turn the volume up
Crankman Crankman
Stack that bag and keep em piling up
Crankman
to the trap house, you know that we back
Know I would do no wrong wrong wrong
Hold up please get out my zone zone zone
Soulja Boy it, through the phone phone
crank that shit like Soulja Boy
My nigga tried to have me pay for they dinner
Uh, cut him off like Caitlyn Jenner
I'm a sinner and that's also true
Blind
bitchBallin! Soulja Boy Up In Da Buildin
Throw Some D's On That Bitch
I Just Got My Report Card
Throw Some D's On That Bitch
I Just Got My Report Card
Throw
niggas got them toys
One is just a soldier and one is just a boy
But when I hit you with them niggas make you crank that Soulja Boy
This is the muhfucking
chrome in the holster.
With gats I Crank That, makes sense I’m known as a Soulja.
Boy Tell ‘Em that I don’t need all these clothes and bitches.
Hoes
the soulja he (?)
Is that really a Hummer
You used to be a bummer
That's somethin held ya down when ya tryin to make ya come up
Boy had to have a ride
Soulja, Soulja, Soulja, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah
They say I should make a change, what the fuck you think I'm doin'
I got up out that maze, I
Soulja Boy tell 'em
[Chorus]
Her booty got swag, her booty got swag [2X]
Now dip it down, den roll with it [2X]
Her booty so big I can hang my chain
Soulja Boy Tell Em
Ya know what it is man
Turn my swag on man
Time to hit my bird walk man
[Chorus x2]
Watch me hit my bird walk
Watch me hit
dawg and they all wanna show love
I’ll pack the boy out if he posts em
Can’t fuck w your love I got colder
White reeboks on me I’m a Soulja
Going JT off
their past,
But every single person on this earth can start today
and Change their future,
Thats real shit,
Beezy,
Soulja Boy TellEm,
All my DJ?s play
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