Lyrics:
askin' me
Why I don't be hangin' out where they be hangin' out
I tell 'em, I say, "Lil nigga, listen here
If I don't got no business there, I don't got
Kiss me through, kiss me through the phone
Kiss me through the phone tell me that you love me
Kiss me through the phone because boy damn I miss you
the throne
I been a king since like seven years old
Back when Soulja Boy made kiss me on the phone
Got her saying sorry I said you ain't wrong
But it's all
that had to mean to something
So lawd when we do it
Please don’t tell us nothing
Cause we gone load em up
And we gone find out where they at
We gone find
my head low
I don't drink im getting high was barely getting by
Tell'em all this new shit finna pop my old shit still a vibe
Killer in the streets, he
rubber bands
They stealing swag like a damn coverman
I'm the first rapper in the world like Soulja Boy
But now evolved you can call me Soulja Man
You can
done
Tick tick tick I'm the bomb
5 4 3 2 I'm the one
Hold on, Chico, Mike Vick, tell em run
Hey... Say I been with the shit
Red light, run through get
straight up 'cause I got your muzzle
People too hard to figure out, so shit call me a puzzler
Freestyling nigga, boy I be showing charisma
Yeah I be
the farmer
That sucks the cows tit
And they'll harvest his organs
By playing the acordian
Haha
Tell your mates who stole my phone
They're all snakes
fuckin' do it (do it)
These niggas try to hold me back, I swear I've been through it
Middle finger to 'em all, I'ma make 'em pay
PSA for any nigga
I still thought he was cappin
Then he gave me trill number
With instructions
Saying "tell em I sent you he already know that you coming"
So I proceed
en casa
(Como Soulja boy, kiss me thru the phone)
[Bridge]
[Verso 1]
Yo sé que tienes miedo baby (ah)
Si supieras como yo me siento baby (sí)
Como
timin' is wrong
Your friends always tyin' up every line on your phone
Yeah, but tell them bitches that you'll always be my missus
And the hardest part
of niggaz bitchin, wishin I'd fail
Tell 'em Mag be the rap effin Kenan and Kel
I'm spittin the version of verses curses over the churches
Rappin mo' iller
)
'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
Quarters
Niggas tried to kill me, and I fed they wife and they daughters
Blazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash
Pass the fame and let the game
the glass paint and then you passed it
Had to go tell all the boys how I felt they responded by telling me Lel
Is she really the one that you wanted get with
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 he know what I want
So bad, I love that, I can't
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,
Or this bitch is my mistress, giving me sexual healing
No time for love feelings whoa
Don't tell me y'all alone whoa
This here like drug dealings
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
from L.A. take the rag out ya pocket and show 'em that
Gang bangin' and gold is back; me and T.I. holdin' the track
Yeah man, this ya boy Block, man
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