Lyrics:
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
Flexing on the teachers, tell 'em, "Tell me I can't do it again" (bang)
I done been to jail a thousand times and I'll do it again (bang bang)
Fill my
yeah the b*tch she look golden
Hop in the whip and I drive like that b*tch stolen
Shout out Soulja Boy Tell’Em but I been told them
Beat a n*gga up, just
to the old me
Sugar coated no koolaid
Whats my name know its too late
Why he drop it got that new you
Im like soulja boy hit em with the you
Rockaway
Now
brothers, thanks for keeping me safe
Wanna give a million a piece, tell em get em wraith
And my little sister Misha, look like me in the face
Wanna have her
slapped with one too
Does anybody know where ratty is?
Does anybody know where he is?
Please tell me right now
Man
He's right here
Beating it up now
It's the boy Lil' Jon (Yeah!)
Got my partner Yelawolf with' me (What's up Yela?)
You know it's time to crank the club up
Let's go! Yelawolf
You
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,
to my children
Tonight I'm on some other shit, and baby lovin' it
Hella fast, grip dey ass like a oven mitt
I'm gooned up, boy! Rich as fuck, boy
to my children
Tonight I'm on some other shit, and baby lovin' it
Hella fast, grip dey ass like a oven mitt
I'm gooned up, boy! Rich as fuck, boy
not, brrrr
Yeah, tell 'em it's the ROC
In New York, let Jigga rock, I'm higher than my socks
I'm twisted like my locks, big up to the Lox
I did
That mean I live by the beach
Sand on the welcome mat, flyer than a Falcon
Black tires, black rims, just to help 'em look good
In the summer, my car
Draco (Draco)
Soulja
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it (she made it clap, like pop that, haan)
She make it
playin' until they see your ass go pro
Houdain
Soulja Soulja Yeah, yeah, hey, yeah
It's a whole new quarter get em fined he ain't showin' love
I had merch
waitin' on
I'll be right back
Told you it wouldn't take long
Fuck wit my cash
I'm gettin' in ya ass
Like Beyoncé thong
Black out the Porsche drillin'
waitin' on
I'll be right back
Told you it wouldn't take long
Fuck wit my cash
I'm gettin' in ya ass
Like Beyoncé thong
Black out the Porsche drillin'
the engine fuckin blowin out
Wishin on it like my birthday candles never blowin out
Boy you keep on talkin witcho chest someone gon blow it out
Everybody
the engine fuckin' blowin' out
Wishin' on it like my birthday candles never blowin' out
Boy you keep on talkin' witcho chest someone gon blow it out
Everybody
'Cause I am what he wants his girl and I love it
I can't leave 'em alone
I tried that good boy game
But the dope boy's turning me on
It's just that
'Cause I am what he wants his girl and I love it
I can't leave 'em alone
I tried that good boy game
But the dope boy's turning me on
It's just that
straight through the glass house picnic wagon
You could see it by my bitch face, she thick with ass
Get slick-slick, I click-click, blast on your bitch ass
straight through the glass house picnic wagon
You could see it by my bitch face, she thick with ass
Get slick-slick, I click-click, blast on your bitch ass
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
I'll make 30
Desert, even 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
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