Lyrics:
400 beast mode
Ya'll niggas know how we do it
Balling like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy
Nigga Lil' Weezy
Feeling like Birdman and Meechy
a nickel
Wacka wacka doo-doo yeah
Well, let me tell you, people, it wasn't long at all before my dream came true
Because the very next day, a local
sky gettin high wit my dawgs
From the cell to the trenches
We gon make it out
Boy say that he a soulja we can shoot it out
Free my boys on them books
We
and I did it
I just might run up a ticket
Tell 'em, it's 50 to kick it
Trappin' like Fifty and Diddy
Used to kick doors off the hinges
Now I pull up
the bad boys
Bad boys bring it on home, bring it on home bad boys
[Kain]
Heh, I'm bout to do Santa Dimengo
On a horse named Bingo
A fugitive lookin'
wanna do me sexually
I'm mad, I'm crazy mentally
Get bagged tryna free yourself financially
Area boy, Tion Wayne fatality
Sometimes I pray but I
should have some, man
You can not sit up and tell me that you have none, man
You may not have three or four
But you got one, man (big boy)
give me two
to lay a track learn to pick and shovel too
And take that hammer, It'll do anything you tell it to."
John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies
John
vets and Bentley coupes boy
I ain't lying check my garage, I tell the truth boy
I do it big boy
You do it small boy
I do some shit that you can't
good ol' boys, these people know us everywhere we go
So I be good to 'em, it's I-4-N-I
Where I reside we don't die, we just multiply
Big ol' trucks,
that all white Lamb'
And the first one to do it like Soulja
I ain't gon' hold ya, nigga came through in all black
Motherfucka thought I played for
(woo)
Big boy, big boy, yeah, narcotics (narcotics)
Pour me a drink and it's toxic (drank)
New York drippin', it's straight out the faucet (drip)
Pour
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
that hammer, It'll do anything you tell it to."
John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies
John Henry's pappy broke jail about a dozen times
The babies
playin' until they see your ass go pro
Houdain
Soulja Soulja Yeah, yeah, hey, yeah
It's a whole new quarter get em fined he ain't showin' love
I had merch
more dealys not bein sold
Cause its too hot plus I'm on parole x2
Soulja SLim:
It's twelve in the noon, I'm just wakin' up from a flight
Hicks
strong
You smell it on me like cologne
If it ain't about no money
Please do not call my cell phone
Yo girl monkey on this dick
Untill I turn into King Kong
Walk em' down
Let's go
Tell em to kiss you thru the phone
This big worldwide
We ain't going nowhere we still getting it
HWY
Baby you know that I love you
I turn it out whenever I'm in the mix
I'm creeping with my secret and that's how I wanna keep it, peep this
If I hit this pussy you going tell
Flexing on the teachers, tell 'em, "Tell me I can't do it again" (bang)
I done been to jail a thousand times and I'll do it again (bang bang)
Fill my
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
bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Sucka, I hit em' up
Yeah, straight out on the Bad Boy camp
You know how we do it
All my real homeboys in
New York
to lay a track learn to pick and shovel too
And take that hammer, It'll do anything you tell it to."
John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies
John
[Verse 1]
Soulja Boy Tell Em.
Runnin With It.
Gotta Get A Black Mask,
Cant See Me, SouljaBoyTellEm.
Im On The Beat.
I'm Undefeat. Tid,
Did Yo
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