Lyrics:
I'm so emotional, I love my Glock
Cash rules everything around me, so what's realer?
'Bout the skrilla, call me a Ghostface Killa (yup)
It's kinda
feel do we still feel ill
Will murdah kill anything drug deals oh im so integrated now world gon change
Now going through a phase cloud whoah when you
with it nigga
I'm a dope boy I do dope boy shit
All these karats in my bezel
That's a dope boy wrist
I can turn a one into a
Two that's my dope boy trick
R.I.P. to Peep, yah
Sad boy soulja for real, sad boy soulja for real
That's why I got the cry baby tatt on my face
R.I.P. to Peep, yah
Sad boy
boy!
I spit numbers for the dope boys
And the dope boys (Yea)
I tell 'em to meet coke boy
It's more money involved yea
More money more problems
More
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,
boy, boy, he need to understand
I'm tryin' let 'em live boy, boy, this is real ya' understand?
You need to stop playin' with me like that boy, boy
young and I do worse
She get caught she snatch my soul
I get caught I'm in a hearse
I got a bag for the baddest hit it then salute her
She my soulja girl
[Trick]
I tellin ya boy I got them boys
Dog I be tryin to tell em
Verse 1: Trick Daddy, The Lost Tribe
You can't catch me boy
Don't upset
Oh shit bro, hold up, wait
I just tripped over my cape (Superman)
And I'm not gonna let 'em treat the paper like I'm chopping a letter
Dre'll tell
HoLLer at em Girl...
... Shawnna... It ain't no secret,
that lyrically I'm so beezy,
nappy boy had to put me on they team,
cause every time I get up in
just to make my rims spin
Half a million dollars spent on the house I live in
Even more spent on the seat I sit my ass in
Soulja boy tell em a.k.a
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
the fuck you spill lean on a BB Simon?
A real dope boy don't do consignments
Ten times out of ten, I'm bound to rob 'em
They say "Pap act like he
Got
world, mayn
And we get the dope out there, mayn
We fuck 'em up!
And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn
I'm gonna tell you
I'm a Soulja Livin' Tru, you got the same energy
Huh, tell me, nigga, is you feeling me
Been getting 50 for them 30's up in Tennessee
Sold so much
Fuck these clones on the G low kee
Imma break these walls
Send em back overseas
Hard as fuck no Drake God I'm dope boy
Hottest strain up on the chain I
tell em'
I don't ride solo no more
Got a Soulja girl for my Soulja boy
and plus I'm boujee (hey)
I'm not stupid so I keep the Uzi (rrrah)
Rackaids on rackaids, got backends on backends
So my money makin' my back ache
You
and plus I'm boujee (hey)
I'm not stupid so I keep the Uzi (rrrah)
Rackaids on rackaids, got backends on backends
So my money makin' my back ache
You
Charles Laney dope as heroine in a needle
Wave underground,
Something like a beetle,
Stunting on you like I'm Evil Knievel
On my bike, every knight, we so
only the real ones, know what I'm sayin'
Hey, them my niggas (hey, that my nigga)
Yeah, him my boy (yeah, that my boy)
Light him up like he
Might've took 'em might've got high
Might've overdosed and died
I feel my feet touch the sky I'm so important
So important, can't have kids I'm too impotent
bring ya friend home witcha
Tell ya eat her pussy then you can't be mad
'Cause ya shouldn't of gave me the wrong picture
Errbody wanna be a dope boy
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