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on a shirt, you a Twitter banner
Gucci Mane, that Kush be my cologne
Soulja Boy, baby, pick up the phone
Blowin' kisses to your bitch
Through the phone draco's

trapping dodging traffic me and spin master with some gang members
I can tell by your homie eyes they ain't gone bang with ya
Life sentence both snitches

ready yeah
Disc boys keep me level
With something I can't settle
Philosophical, crazy follicle
Way too deep, I'm diabolical
Yo, yo, tell me when I'm done

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

convicted a felon I woke up
Accept em father has save me Im momma lil baby thats crazy

I see death I see life I see wrong I see right 
I see hood I see God

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

Tell these niggas no face no case
Running from the 12 lil dash big chase
Wet like water, ice flooded no chain
Show em walk no talk that's over call

Big Truck Boys

Mystikal

Let's Get Ready

2000

start screamin' out
"That's my truck!"
Pull up the red light nigga tryin' to wash the windshield
I tell 'em get back brah
Actin' terrible rollin' through

Like broke to me still exist
But you know what?

..God slapped me with a gift
I’d double down on the clique
We Souljas.. yea
Yea I say you know what
(Uh)

her left and got her right
Dranking Hennessy
I'm in this B
And cranking Soulja boy

Hit a Nigga square in the mouth
And air it out if he get hype
Single

, tell em, tell em, what
Tell em, tell em, tell em, yeah
Tell em, tell em, tell em
By my side I always knew, there'd be someone like you
Who would see me

it and glock and um cocking it gettin hot by da minute.
Soulja boy tell em I?m all about cheddar folk icey
new chevy same color as antelope.
I?m sick

kno nun bout that nigga but I can tell that he hoe
Watching me like he my bitch, watch this glizzy til it blow
Tryna run and hit the gate but when it's

the phone, baby, blow a kiss
Like Soulja Boy told you, soon I'ma hold you
But it's gon' be a minute though, I won't hold you
You can fuck around while you

mama loves
She be like who's that
I'd say mom that's my love
Kiss you through the phone
I'll be ya soulja boy
Sippin vodka fuck spirte
We them lacroix

the numbers, like a phone log
Did my thing in LA, but niggas don't call
Back, so they lack, or they doze off
Aye, yo tell me how we sound, yeah I know huh?
They

about with Soulja Draco?
How about I come through and paint the floor with your whole crew?
How about the coroner come through and tell you go get

identify with?
I'm feeling like the long days
Away from feeling my Patrón
Used to have the coldest
Bitches waiting for me chilling by the phone
Used to do

don't wanna be alone
Don't you fucking leave me here all on
My own and call my phone

It's alright, yeah, eleven through the bag
(Oh)
When you talk you

left me after I bought you all that ice won't melt
Soulja Boy kiss me thru the phone
Bad lil thang box braids is what she on
When I'm with her I swear I

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Hit-Boy)
Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy (G.Ry got me)
Fuck that talkin', let the clip slam 'em
Yellow bands

like my Netflix loaded
(Get em')
Telling your boss brick city boys is fire
Never mind
Half of y'all be talking through the wire

Media slandered me
So

gotta prove these niggas dead wrong
Talking through these headphones
Like Thanos got infinity hoes
I just got to get rid of these clones
Soulja Boy kiss

text she different
Good morning sex she different
Kiss me through the phone like I'm soulja
I can see us both turning older

Tell me what you wanna know