Lyrics:
it dawg
Spit it how you live it
If you got it, you can give it
But I never seen a lazy boy grow
And I know a couple of 'em
Who be sayin'
That they love
it dawg
Spit it how you live it
If you got it, you can give it
But I never seen a lazy boy grow
And I know a couple of 'em
Who be sayin'
That they love
down the road
Right by the ocean
I got bitches (swag) on my toes (Dre)
(Pretty boy swag) Pretty boy swagging on
You fucking hoes (I do this)
This one for
approach
Handled my word no preaching to coach
But bitches gone act like they with you it’s more than a vote
(woah)
Can’t ever sweat it
Less you neglect
gold grill because
I'm thugged out with 'em
B Town, Waterfront, and I put on for my city
We done did it for six years
Just reached twenty a lot of dudes
my way and I'ma show you how we do it
On this side, I don't move to get by
Tell me what this feel like
‘Cause I gotta get right
Going at it all night
I
pouring out your hair
Nigga, any-fucking-time, nigga, any-fucking-where
"Make 'em bleed" is the motto that I live by
If you fuck with me, it's a must,
pouring out your hair
Nigga, any-fucking-time, nigga, any-fucking-where
"Make 'em bleed" is the motto that I live by
If you fuck with me, it's a must,
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
, for trying to be a follower
my deadly venom instantly kills em like a cobra
leave it up to Magnolia
to shut em down and sober
popped off and tokin' em
get em
Shoot!
Let me get em
Nah shootout ayye, nah shootout ayyee, nah shootout ayyee, nah shootout ayyee
(soulja boy tell em)
[verse 1:]
Its
to win, get up in that water, boy you better swim
Lil boo done hit my line, I ain't for tricking better get your man
He come around She play it like I'm
Aye , look
That boy just turned twenty
I hold my wishes dearly
All my folks know I'll be rich by my 30's
Yeah that shit be scary
Used to be youngest
every time I lean they watch spectators try to do it too.
So they keep on hesitating & hate, I put em in they place.
I call my boy Tookie then we whoop
From the city of sin, I'm Naughty by Nature
No handouts I put in the labor
Give up for a true player cuz
It's my birthday we bout to get dumb lit
My
right on top of me
Pilf my way to the lottery
I'd say on God, no stopping me
Can't stop a G, cuz honestly
Dem lad try body me got bodied
Tell em, tell em
sky gettin high wit my dawgs
From the cell to the trenches
We gon make it out
Boy say that he a soulja we can shoot it out
Free my boys on them books
We
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'll make 30
Desert Eagle, my nails dirty
I'mma think on life and I'd die for it
Made a mill, you ain't even know it
Tell Iluminati I'm down for it
Call
the rest die
Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, Westside
Though it's worldwide no one can deny my views
Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic
future wifey
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, yeah
You can be my Bonnie, I can be your Clyde
You could be my wife, text me, call me
I need you in my life, yeah,
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
money world
And I'm gonna bring 'em in my world
I want it, you got it, don't make me have to go in your pocket
I want it, you got it, don't make me have
got the drink in his cup
Told that bitch we goin' up
Tonight, bitch we goin' up, whoa
Tonight bitch we goin' up
Tell my bitch we goin' up, whoa
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