Lyrics:
You remind me of a folder
Push me down and I heat up like a toaster
That boy is a Soulja
I hate these niggas more than I hate being sober
I can't
I keep my ten toes down I look up and I tell em
(Amen) God bless my niggas out here hustling on the streets
God bless the plug that man put me on my
Now break his legs, arms, neck (yea).
[Chorus]
(Soulja boy tell em)
(S.O.D. money gang entertainment)
(I present to you the show stoppas)
(When
(need 'em)
You lay your hands on baby, watch how fast they take your freedom
I delete 'em and don't mistreat 'em
I stay up on but that's one to grow
Takin' up all that slack right
So tell me where can I find him
With they playas and that candy
Cadillac right behind em
Hooker's tellin' me 'C' you so
on the scene
Sunrise coming early in a hurry
This a God dream
Boy I’m in my groove
Workin cuz my name up on the line
And rent is due
Maxin' out the card tell em
lucky)
Funny watchin' two niggas beef that could hardly fight
Like Soulja Boy gettin' pepper sprayed by Charleston White
Can't forget about the Super
And you know that (ticky-ticky, ticky-ticky-ticky)
I put down more hits than mafioso made (uh-huh)
And Lucky Luciano bout to sing soprano
And I know, I
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,
starvin
Home of Vick Allen Iverson and P Harvin
If I ain’t the best yet nigga I’ll be da best later
I’m out touchin everythang except less paper
Cause I put
a flag on the play these boys offsides
Somebody coach em please tell em to stay on the line
Wait til I snap cause when I snap lotta bullets flying
Like
That I'm gon' marry
My baby boy or girl
You gon' carry
I really wanna take you home so you can meet my mama
And if you ask me about my ex, I'ma tell
out a bullet, put some crack, now this that 'caine flow
I'ma hit 'em with this bitch and watch 'em overdose (shoot 'em up yeah, yeah)
I'ma hit 'em
existin', little nigga, now listen (yeah)
Your mami, your papi, that bitch you chasin'
Your little dirty ass kids, I'll fuckin' erase 'em
Your success is
existin', little nigga, now listen (yeah)
Your mami, your papi, that bitch you chasin'
Your little dirty ass kids, I'll fuckin' erase 'em
Your success is
!
Black and gold brakes, that's my truck, boy
I'm on my Eastside, shit I'm workin'
I got the party goin, and it's jerkin'
My niggas all long, we rollin'
!
Black and gold brakes, that's my truck, boy
I'm on my Eastside, shit I'm workin'
I got the party goin, and it's jerkin'
My niggas all long, we rollin'
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 the gun smoke
a fetus
Na I don't need your rap bars on my remix
Turn Soulja Boy tell ’em
Into Soulja Boy teethless
Ask about the kid, JID, older boys preaching
Teaching
Ronnie G, baby
(Tell me how I'm 25 and I'm an OG)
(Put 'em on blast like bazookas)
Ay you know what, you know what I don't think one time was enough
fuckin' with the right one, soulja fo life one
ain't no mothafucka like em
where he at, show em to me
and I'm gonna strike em and bite em
and swallow em
man, I got some bumpin stuff back at the---
Hey, Hey, Hey Araaab! Yeah You know I know that stuff
"Watch My, Put It in da Chain"
Hey Soulja Boy, man,
before I have to knock your ass out
(Hey Soulja Boy, when that new 30/30 boyz cd coming out?)
Bitch, Yahhh, Bitch!
Bitch, Yahhh, Bitch!
Bitch, Yahhh,
leaked of most of their fluids
I used to put the rubber on and skeet straight through it
And it seems, that I always keep my pipe in these hoes
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