Lyrics:
to die but I don't wanna be next
I wasn't shit so I made the world call me fresh
I tell em Cautions calculate ya steps
Nobody's giviin hand outs better
wondering why (I know)
Hey, Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter (hey, hello)
Tell me, where have you been? Where have you been? (Shit, you know)
'Cause they've been
call up
Attitude Boujie, looking like "Come do me"
Distracted by your body so your number saved as "Cutie"
Thought this was a dream girl, movie when I
(my kind of girl)
Cause long as I live I'll be sensitive
To you, my baby girl (my kind of)
Hey girl, you got me loving the way you walk
Hey cutie, can
nigga queen pin
Gotta tell dat boy watch ya Bak he ain't ya brother den
Lot of consequences repercussion I can't fw dem
Was on my dick na wen I shoot
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight
But I cannot, baby girl, and that's the issue
Girl, you know
Lover
Like Prince said you're a sexy mutha well-a
I like 'em real wild, b-boy style by the mile
Smooth black skin with a smile
Bright as the sun, I
up
Tell em they betta call back up
When it's game time we don't play fair
We gon make time you just say where
You roll straight by we go straight there
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
Cause the streets aint where it is, foreal
(Rxnel Verse I)
Face gated I aint gotta tell ‘em
Who I is
Drive-by’s, look
We aint catching Ubers here
Aye…
L.L. Cool J
Serving em well
And as you all know
I am hard as hell
Woke up at 9:30 on a Saturday morn'
Hemmed my remote control, turned my
free my boy out the cell
SOS shit we move like the cartel
Send em to hell
Tell em farewell
Shooting these bullets I feel like a QB
She fucking with me
"Bigger Picture"
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records
how you feel, tell me how you feel
[Incomprehensible] lady on my side, hey
And if you all down for me
Put your hands in the air raise 'em up for Pimp C
Punks made us a target and knew that we'd hit it
But that was a part of showbiz
Hey yo homeboy, why don't you tell 'em what your name is?
Well for
bring my help and its on
Yall lil boys shouldn't come against the uptown assasin
Jump out quick out of the jag and blow fire like a dragon
Soulja bandana
When you face the D-line your bottom lip will quiver
I trust the boys on this team, yeah I'd give 'em my life
Even though half of them are duller than
Ayy, Bob, what up? Yeah, haha!
Meek Milly ha! Grand Hustle in the building!
Ayy hey!
It's B-O, B-O lil' C on the beat
Haha yeah
Yeah, ayy, ah ah ah
where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down
Tell me he want smoke, 187, that's that same shit
.357 send you to heaven, knock out your brain
(GTTC!)
Yeah, it's Southside, yeah (Soulja Boy Tell 'Em)
Got this new dance for y'all called the Soulja Boy
Hey, yeah, ahh
Aye, yeah (That's that
try turn to Soulja Boy
I pull the Draco out (Whoa)
These days, rappers sold outs and
They all made up, façade
Only two people I know gon' tell the truth
youngin' in my other room, fuckin up my sheets
She tell 'em boy don't grab my hair because you're fuckin up my weave
I got a hundred bottles Ciroc boy
All
sofa up the stairs all by himself
So I, I say to him, I say "Hey, you want me to help you with that?"
And Marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes
"No,
Hey baby how you doing
Its your boy
Why you crying baby tell me
Stop crying baby you a beauty
Baby beauty
Baby pretty
Baby litty
Baby cooling
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