Lyrics:
fight, do it with the pen
Tell em that you can go Texas Chainsaw Massacre
I'ma go WickedSkengMan part 10
And he'll go and do a fire in the park part 2
Wonna fuck nooo..
I just want her head,
tell that bitch give me deep throught
All up in her mouth
Hoping she dnt get a sour throott
Before a nigga nutt
behavin' like they ought ta good
There lived a lil' boy who was misled
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
"Me and Ty, we gonna make sum cash
behavin' like they ought ta good
There lived a lil' boy who was misled
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
"Me and Ty, we gonna make sum cash
the rhythm
If anybody try us
Tell em make dеm park well
Make dem packagе ooo
I no wan see asunder
Wey dey peep for Hyundai
Even for Toyota
I can be your
I'm all about my paper boy
I was doing fraud using bitcoins
Keep A Draco like a Soulja boy
If we slide up on em
Ain't no sliding back
Lajan on your head
me tomorrow
I said go 'head, go 'head and move it baby
You've got 'em watchin', go 'head and do it honey
You've got 'em comin' now, you've got me
phone
No Soulja Boy, that bitch ain't even have a ringtone
Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate
We just fuck around, we don't date
I went straight up
convention
These boys be like I don't be listening, girls with Gucci braids and extensions
I like the yellows I go tell her, nigga I got uh mo' food than
huh
I'm getting bread like I'm supposed to
XD-45 in the holster
Put some racks on his head and it's over
Bitch said she wanna come over
We in 'em
down boy we don't play like that
Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat
Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya bloody, LIL BLOODY
Don't play with
mistake, this shit is real
Boy, you should have known by now
Eazy-Duz-It enough to make a nigga go crazy
Sean Price, Bushwick Bill
Bushwick Bill is
hand it off through the window
clready know I gotta stretch my work it might be a minute till I reload
Ima a Soulja Boy got k's in the couch I chill
(Turntable Assassins)
Y'all already know what is is man
The world famous DJ Chill, Big Boy Entertainment
Dead Gang Records, Behind Enemy Lines
wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
spray
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy
taking a risk, that might fuck up your life
Tell 'em point and shoot like camera crews
In front of cameras too (brrr)
Damn, Sean, what happened
Youuuuuu
No soulja boy
U wanna be a hater
That wont bring u joy
U showin off the kata
Now u paranoid
U thought u was al-qaeda
We know u a toy
Youuuu
bite the bullet and cough up the shells
She tell 'em, "Ooh, daddy, let's go to your place"
And if he say, Yea', then we meet him there
She feed him
we go down, we keep on smokin’ it right by the pound (Smokin’ it right by the)
Can’t even talk (talk)
I knew that boy was a fed (I knew that boy was
Don't make me pull this damn trigger 'til it ain't no mo'
And don't tell me where you ain't gon' go
I'ma just tell you one time, get to fuck 'til I ain't
I feel power, so I'm gon' trust that
That's how I persevere, that's how I jump back
The hurricanes never go away
So I'mma stand firm, tell 'em all
Yeah Yeah Cassidy and I ain't
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy
it
Drunk an eighth then I drop dead I don't think that they know I'm on it
The red light I got stopped there I could tell 12 by only
Showed 'em my
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