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can't move up out 'em
Drip, drip, drip, OG status, you can read about it
These bullets make your body do magic, disappear around us
Gucci high socks

Soulja Boy thought bro was Ice Cube
How he on the road with boy
This ain't daycare in the whip
But we holding toys
Big pape on us, the check 'bout long

Unlock with a key lava Tennessee call that vol-cano
Are you OK? No Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
It's my guy Kano uh yeah
Let's kick it on easy play the game
Round

Know I got her
Like Gucci and Prada
Put that on my tab
First I gotta make a milli
Like Soulja boy
Get silly
I'm bringing it back
All these motherfuckas

by ur side (aye)

Oh I just bought a Mclaren 
Oh thats not no Gucci you wearing 
Baby girl tell me your secrets (secrets)
I wasn't planning to keep em

The microphone doctor black Deepak Chopra
I'm a griot that make you wanna peacock your arm
Every heavy dignitary, pay your me top regards
Boy, I'm three optics

Pull up in valet and tell 'em keep it runnin'
(Tell 'em keep it runnin')
Ain't worried 'bout a nigga
Takin' nothin' from me
(Takin' nothin' from me) what

writing songs with no hooks
And I’m still crossing instrumentals off of my books
Im pretty high most the time you cant tell by my looks
It’s visine, cause I

Soulja Boy Tell'em!

Jumped Inside The Showerrr
Then I Get Stupid Fresh
Turn My Swag On, Put That Ice On My Neck
Call On Miami (Miami) yeah That's

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

Soulja? oh yeah play boy naw, baby
Put that jacket on
Leave them heels on now take
It off quick, Swavey, baby

looking up to the man I feel like always on go
Too hard I be ridiculous
Feel I'm one of the sickest
Tell them boys they can get it
Ain't tripping bout no

goin fly bout it
Send em to the sky bout it
Tell the truth why you lie bout it
Murder on my mind death around the corner I ain't hiding from it
I love

stackin' it up, , yeah
Bitch, I be buying designer
Margiela, designer walked through
They start clappin' it up
Neiman Marcus little boy, I'm cashin' 'em out

I'm a demon I stay on attack
I feel like I'm Soulja cause she make it clap
Cross that boy up someone get him a map
Yeah Ty the Vision but Meezy he

contact, we ain't playin' Madden (get at 'em)
Niggas frontin' 'til them bullets start sprayin' at 'em (hit 'em)
Drippin' Gucci hoodie with the flamin'

Okay, wake up in the morning break a swisher
Turn to a model like Eva Pigford
Hop up out the bed in the Gucci slippers
Tell MTV I'm a made nigga
With

Jamaicans
How that man deal with pressure and maintain patience
How that man have 'em naked and no temptation
Oh no that boy bad, see me no see no tings I

a call
I could Move through a room full of volters... NICE
And I still turn heads pultagice
Rock a cold chain
Neck full of Soulja ice
You young boys should

Say Sump'n

Haystak

Hard 2 Love

let da gucci loafers an da polo sweater make ya think I'm boogiey 'cause you kno better

(chourus)
I'm southern by blood not realtion you got a problem

She lookin’ classy
But her kid sleepin’ on an air mattress
New pants, new shoes and a Gucci coat
Eviction notice on a nigga’s front door
"Be out by

gain ground
Boys been hating since my first one dropped
Next one gold whole world gone shop
1 Way balling see em going for the flop
Pop champagne with

swerving lane to lane this shit metropolis
Why you don't speak on shit? cus I be peeping shit
They gone remember me, my life you can’t remix
Tell'em cut up

ain't got no hammer just blam
'em ain't gotta cock it back boy

After the first time it's pretty
Much a piece of cake
So if you ain't 'bout this life
You