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from the
Dark side, grey stripes, ayy
Turn 'em to a second line, ayy
Hearse boy, hearse boy, burn your
Body in the pine, ayy

It's that former broke boy

em
My eyes red in the studio this XO got me rockin'
In paradise like Coolio man gangsta shit been poppin'
But ya'll Soulja Boy frauds that bitches out

baby, I'm a scumbag
And I'm priceless plus Tax (O oh)
Lord I thank you for these bricks man (O oh)
I got ’em scratching thats a skin rash (Hey)
Don’t get

dank
Let em all talk like there shit don't stank
I just hit that Soulja boy Superman crank
Funny how they burned the bridge than their boat sank
Got

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 New Years
Is nigga we made it!
You

Feeling protected they know I’m a legend
Wanna go shopping they know imma let em
Soulja boy hit me you know imma tell em I
swear better know I’m out side

like Soulja boy cause I got the rap cranking
Hezo got the steel but it ain’t looking that stainless
MDB my family the love could never be tainted
Touch

up 100 I'ma Soulja Boy crank
I'm bout that bread what you thinkin
100 million yea bitch I be planking
Network steady trying fill my bank up
Money money

Ay
I like 'em thick, show that ass on the gram get a heart on yo flick
And when she walk by me, a nigga get brick
'Cuz I'm hook on the way she be

I kicked da hoe out told da bitch to kick rocks
These hoes be so trifling they Js want some cock

But Soulja boy tell em bitch
Don't become a victim

Weezy Baby

Lil Wayne

Tha Carter II

2005

(yeah)
What up, Left Eye? (what up?), what up, Aaliyah? (what up?)
Yeah, TEC-9 close by, touch 'em up (yeah)
I shoot niggas in the mouth, boy, pucker up

flip, it double
Yeah, that's how you hustle
Hustle
Me and my niggas relate by blood and struggle
I been through situations I cannot tell another
And these

You heard of my set
I'm from the project
You know my mindset
And I'm so crazy, crazy
You know where I'm at
Straps, we got that
Ain't gon' never

Knock em off his horse and now that boy ain't seeming so tough

Phase back in the game like I ain't leave
I see snakes still hate cuz they ain't me
It's

hit with that Draco (bah-bah)
Soulja Boy or that Aubrey Graham (Aubrey Graham)
No one be playin', haan
She howl at the moon, I be barkin' (haan)
I

phone
Cause this money talk ain't long
But it's got be blessed 
Got be blessed
Got be blessed by number one
I shake the game make em lose balance 
I'm

been prep
This come up best secret kept
They gon crank to this ooo soulja boy
I go nuts no almond joy
Play wit beats like finding toys
Make moves they

drugs you took
Stuck in a nook
Forced to do it by the book
Even though I'm a rook

Here lemme tell ya a tale
You in jail gettin railed
A piece of rail

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

bullets flushed em
That nigga died? His mama cried? Well tell that bitch that I said fuck her,
(You stupid mother fucker)
Knew that you ain't love em
Let em

Tyson, UFC
She spin up on that dick like a DVD
Watch me crank it, watch me roll
Hot and ready, pizza roll
Mary Jane, Mistletoe
They ain't silly, let'em

to the bank yeah
Soulja Boy that's how I crank it
Fuck do you mean green
I only drink tea when it's clean
Strong with no sugar that's mean
I leave your mom

to feel different
If I'ont pull up on a nigga do that make me distant
I was raised by the lies of some real Christians
And I still pray to God moving

out
These niggas playing they goin die bout it
That nigga fakin he ain't ride bout it
Turn them boys to ghetto angels he goin fly bout it
Send em