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Soulja Boy Tell Em Yell At Em Cuz Its My Time
People Playa Hatin On A G Like S B
Cuz Dey Flippin Da Channel And Im Talkin On Dey Tv Screen
Churp Da Whole

I say
Bitch im not a dawg
Im a wolf
Try to read me
But cant judge me
Like the cover of a book
By the look on they faces
I can tell i got em shook

stuffed
Put a 8-8 in my motherfuckin' cup
I told em' I'm wokin' it up
Put a 8-8 in my motherfuckin' clip
You know that I'm walkin' them up
Pussy keep

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

'm happy
These MC's are happy with a G
But I'm gonna keep billing up P
'Til the government have to put a bullet
In my Boy Better Know tee
When are these

the street, tryin' to tell my boy go
That's when they ate him up with that motherfuckin' calico-ah
Now I'm pissed off feeling up with steam
I Went to bussin'

I can't lie
In my life I sold a whole bunch a Dope
Done a whole lotta shit
That don't nobody really know
I just keep it to myself and then I put It

Everythangs gonna be alright
Drink it up, let's turn it up
Everybody in the club put your glasses up
Yeahh
You arleady know what I wanna do
Go 'head and grab

season
And the taste is perfection
I can tell just by how you're breathing
Now when I run into these walls
I break em' down just like 28
Now every time I

Up Out My Face [Remix]

Mariah Carey

Massive R&B: Spring 2011

2011

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

on my head,
Bitch I pull that fuckin chopper and they scramble like eggs.
Soulja Boy tell em that this shit is historical,
All the newspapers put this in

melatonin
And speakin' of sleepin' on me they be dozin'
And word to Soulja, I'm that boy that's all facts
Put this big Draco in her, then she make it clap

Things Change

50 Cent

Get Rich or Die Tryin' [Clean]

2005

fucked up, i did so much dirt
Told to bang the neighbourhood, i put in so much work
Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt
On everythang, that

Things Change

50 Cent

Get Rich or Die Tryin' [Music From and Inspired By the Motion Picture]

2005

fucked up, i did so much dirt
Told to bang the neighbourhood, i put in so much work
Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt
On everythang, that

em like a Soulja
Keep on floating By
I'm the chosen child
Thas I'm asking why
So I can take your pain
And turn it into mine

Man I don't mind
I got

it, he trendy
But ion let that bullshit offend me
I been a hot topic, someone tell Wendy
Accent country like a banjo
How you hate but still a fan doe?

Kiss Me Thru The Phone

Sammie

Promo Only: Rhythm Radio (March 2009)

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

when I tried to say I'll take
Seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47
A revolver and a 9

"I'd die for you, " that's easy to say
We

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

kno nun bout that nigga but I can tell that he hoe
Watching me like he my bitch, watch this glizzy til it blow
Tryna run and hit the gate but when it's

the fast lane
Gettin' fucked by the past
Got my mind on my cash
And my next piece of ass, so fuck 'em all!

(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Come put your

myself, that's society
(One, two, three, four)
Twenty nineteen spend a penny open up my eyes (see)
Get some visine send something that gon make em wise

that letter was loud, I got 'em watchin' the mail (Yeah)

I ain't dropped in a year so the streets been fiendin'
I'll hop out that Rolls truck, go

your rent due, woo!
Put your face to the glass
Ass to the pole, you know how it go
Like Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, shh, everybody know
It's a lot of bad