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before my Y (might not never, haan)
Even my abuela know that (let's get 'em Mixx)

Let's go (let's go), we take a trip to the opps (we take a what?)

Can I Ball

M.A.C.

Shell Shocked

1998

ballin now) 

Since you play me closer, I'm a get the toast, oh mark my word 

Fuck em, fuck em if they don't know what's happen my rap 

If a nigga

spinnin'
They thought the Ferrari was rented
I'm ridin my windows ain't tinted
It's Soulja Boy Tell 'Em im gettin it
Molly in my pocket, taking off like

em once again I told em once before
I'm gassed up im at the pump let's go
So please don't get to comfortable
I ain't dropped yet this ain't a fumble

motherfuckin' camel
Never gave a fuck
Bitch I'm Soulja Boy tell 'em
And I tote that automatic that
Will bust yo cerebellum and I freestyle

Versace, Versace
2012,

Soulja Boy's verse was wack (it was)
In that whole interview Kanye was out of line
Big Sean the worst nigga he said he ever signed (haha)
He don't like

you got them goddam slaps
I got all my souljas in the building yeah they pack
You was back on twitter running fingers boy you mad
I Was bagging bitches

Don't gotta do that
And Don Q together
Who's that?
Yeah, yeah, because they
Who's that?

Yo, we only doing this shit once
It get real

tyin' them
Ain't no point in tryin' these on, they know I'm buying 'em (big boy)

Now don't nothing get the hype on first site like, white on whites

mad and broke the screen, huh

Heard that pussy talkin' loud (huh?)
Well, fuck it, I'ma let him hang (dudu, duh)
I feel like Soulja Boy 'cause bitch

The minute you make em mad that's when they switch
Yeah
Bitch I'm the vision
But Meezy he the champion
They say my raps ass tryna get me to quit
But them be

Air Force Ones

Nelly

Nellyville

2002

tyin' them
Ain't no point in tryin' these on, they know I'm buying 'em (big boy)

Now don't nothing get the hype on first site like, white on whites

tell em'
I don't ride solo no more
Got a Soulja girl for my Soulja boy

at that, look at that, Makin em Mad

*View! (Car drives by)*

Jacc Spade: View, let me tell you bro. Man these is gonna be the anthems for the summer bro.

on the regular
Soulja Boy tell em ahead of you
Get plenty of cash and revenue who
Walk inside the club
Man I’m getting head inside that bathroom
Soulja Boy tell em

it and glock and um cocking it gettin hot by da minute.
Soulja boy tell em I?m all about cheddar folk icey
new chevy same color as antelope.
I?m sick

are

Don gorgon 
Young King K get the big portion 
Put in work and the time my son 
So please don't talk bout the work you've done (Nooo)
You're not

of the time and I don't get no sleep
Don't get me confused with just any other Chad
I'm a freak and unique and all them other boys can stay mad
My time here is

fade with da waves
30/30 boys up on my team
You wanna get em' (YUP)
But you can't get like me (NOPE)
Askin' me, Soulja Boy, where you get yo shoes from

Ready to ride on my doughboy
Old boy, ain't ready when I hit em with the Rolls Royce
Oh boy, get the bread right for that po boy
By the far the most dope

My team so cop bitch ion need no fuckin substitutes
Don’t need no shooter Ima soulja Yk I’m gon shoot

She love da way I pop my shit she love my dickie

Oh yeah, yeah, there we go
(Soulja Boy Tell 'Em,  ayy,  woo, woo woo)
Yeah,  what's up, bruh? 
(Yo) What it do, bruh? (What's up, bruh?)

Ayy, bitch,

Slim Pimpin'

Soulja Slim

The Streets Made Me

2001

to ya girl, look here don't get mad nigga
I done dat bad nigga but fuck you know what's happ'n
I lay ya down, I'm a dog here besides rappin'

[Chorus]

at that, look at that, makin em mad
Look at that, look at that, look at that, makin em mad
View, let me tell you bro
Man these is gonna be the anthems for