Lyrics:
Soulja Boy tell em.
Uhh, bitch I look like Goku.
Bitch I look like Vegeta, im hoppin out that oldschool.
'64 Impala, swagged up.
Bitch I'm poppin
I’m tired of the motions
It’s bad
Might go hop in da ocean
Look at the pain how I coat it
I’m mad
Can’t be fucking wit roaches
Bitch I’m Soulja like
on the front line,ima turn up when it's war time,war ready I'm kut throat kanival like soulja slim,I thank this that n*gga right her,pull over n*gga that him,fye
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
I don't wanna be next
I wasn't shit so I made the world call me fresh
I'm from the city where the poor flex
We push foriegn cars and park em in
Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr
Soulja Boy off in this ho, I'm gon' roll up all this dro
Gucci on the passenger, the Ferrari's painted, whoa
Boy you
the rot
Okay okay Soulja boy tell em Soulja boy tell em
Whats going on today mayne
How could he be selling cause he could snap and the beat is real heavy
a G, cuz honestly
Dem-Dem lad try body me got bodied
Tell em, tell em I'm doing eetswa like Hefs
Pull up, pull up and dent
Wish up, wish up, repent
Push
I tell em be modest (Yo I try to be modest)
I tell em be modest (Man I tell em be modest)
But they like "Fuck that. Been getting my dollas
Bitch I'm
to clean and reload 'em
Doggy, you had a slow summer, I didn't, H.2 gold Hummer
Not to mention new Range, no number
And you know the Rover, so move over
niggas
What you ain't heard, boy, I ride with these niggas
I die with these niggas
Did a drive by with my forty five 'cause I'm down with these niggas
niggas
What you ain't heard, boy, I ride with these niggas
I die with these niggas
Did a drive by with my forty five 'cause I'm down with these niggas
lackin’
Pistol packin’, we gon’ hit between his arms wit’ a hammer
Bakin’ soda, my lil’ soulja, knock ‘em over, get ‘em right
Late at night we pop out, we
a feather
I fuck the bitch like the other bitch better
I'm twenty years, tryna get it together
She like a dog, tell her ass, I'ma pet her
I feel like Durk,
want it ? Then let's do it
I'm crazy bitch I'm stupid
Come fuck wit some I'll prove it
Just like a quarterback, I call the play and watch em score
Ion
boy
So I'm a mack boy, bag boy, facts boy
Though you had it all but I'm back boy, jackboy
Hate'll turn a real one to a tabloid, mad boys
But I'm coming
don't drop the bomb on me
Drop the bomb on 'em
I don't want no doggone beef, see
Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me
Boy, I'm the real McCoy, you
labeled as a troublemaker
– who can you blame?
Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain
So I'm hopeless, rollin' down
The freeway swervin', don't worry
I'm
get off me
Bitch I’m too hot so get
Hit a nigga dead in the mouth
Tell em imma need all his proceeds
Say my name tryna get some clout
Tell em pussy
might catch a dope case
Ugh! I Mastered the P
With connects in the Midwest, so I'm Heavy in the D
Ugh! Ya boy still Snoop around
Since a pup, I been
might catch a dope case
Ugh! I Mastered the P
With connects in the Midwest, so I'm Heavy in the D
Ugh! Ya boy still Snoop around
Since a pup, I been
Soulja Boy so don't say you (CDTV)
Flows contagious don't catch my flu (sick)
If you like it then you put it on loop (repeat)
Twenty nineteen spend a penny
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
left and right
People come and go that's just the mold
So go and live yo life
I could tell you all about some real things
Only if you
Down to vibe yeah
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