Lyrics:
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
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
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
an OG
Shit could get fucked up, shit been fucked up, had to get it by my lonely, lowkey yeah
Who's tough?
Sounding like you been talkin' too much
Put 'em
Soulja Boy's not a scholar, ? a million dollars
Get 'em S.O.D. we got 'em, scream S.O.D. we holla
Too much swag yes we ballin I'm a money baller
[Chorus]
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
and hermaphrodite
I'm straight like 6'oclock you not
So pass the mic
It's a recession I copped my
Watch for half the price
But the ice still see-through like
A glass
the middle finger
Showin off the index ring
Yeah I know my index stink
Cheddar diamonds, yellow rings
It's Soulja Boy Tell 'Em man
and my chain and the friends
on 'em but I ain't Soulja
I don't gotta put hands on 'em
Couple bands on 'em and this shit is over
She want it now pull up in a rover
Tryna spend the night
short, so let me keep it sincere
When I'm on that frisbee field, you know my impact's severe (bitch)
I'll be takin' the shots and breaking 'em lots you
I'm-I'm-I'm connected everywhere (that's the homie)
Everywhere I go all of the people know my name
It's ya big homie Snoopy, just tell 'em you with me
I
I been a
Soulja Boy
Yup in my
White T
Get a stain
Off in that bitch
I Buy a new pack
Next week
No Gucci Mane
But the lemonade
Make a Nigga squeeze
let me in
Tell 'em it's Game but these hoes call me ESPN
Sent Nipsey and Kendrick on tour, I had to set the trend
Before that, do you remember what
take a l like lexus
Go ahead girl and shoe 'em how you move (how you move)
Tell your girl hold your bag and your shoes
Put it on 'em so a nigga can't
bout the grind
Im bout the get em, got em, see em, saw em gettin every dolla dawg
When you see me pop your collar ima throw out every dolla,
Soulja boy
of shi that happen when u stuntin wit the shitz
I Go by Soulja
Call me Soulja
I'ma Soulja Forreal
I'm really stacking up my money everyday of the year
I
up, got him hit
Loose bowels, leakin' by his gallbladder (huh)
Ain't no limit to these soldiers, in the Nolia
They don't know ya
R.I.P. my nigga, Soulja
like atomic and anybody in my way imma fold em'
Wit me n my gilla guerillas wantin ta win it
Boys be tryin ta battle 'cause they want our position but
Arab boy with the curly hair
she think I’m so pretty
I don’t wanna go anywhere
Fell in love with the city
I enjoy it day n night
On a boat with
em like a Soulja
Keep on floating By
I'm the chosen child
Thas I'm asking why
So I can take your pain
And turn it into mine
Man I don't mind
I got
talk)
They want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (got it locked)
I shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (doors
Bro bought a new mash, I don't know where that gun
There's cool but it's long ack
Bad boy who? You are not part of a bad boy crew
Me and Flipz roll
that gon' suck me and fuck me
And freak me and pass me to all of her friends, that's what it is
Verbal telekinesis
Korrupt mixed with Jesus
Big Meech
thousand
Tell em that I need it like pronto
Tell em that I need it like pronto
Tell em that I need all my guapo
Tell em that I need all my guapo
Tell em that
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