Lyrics:
(Bitch)
Who you think you fuckin' with? I'm
Serious bout this pimpin' shit
What's really good mama? Its ya
Boy W-E-E-Z-Y F baby
So high in the sky I'm so
something just tell me [x3:] (I'll do it)
Just hit me up on my cell [x3:] (I'll do it)
[Verse 1:]
Soulja boy tell em'. Im on the phone wit lil momma got me
tha court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look, you
that's me, yep (ay)
Yep that's me, yep (ay)
Yep that's me
Soulja Boy Tell 'em
Yep that's me
Swish, swish, swish, swish
They be like "who that is?"
Pulling
Leavin' semen in they British faces
Make'em kiss they partners with it in they faces
Young pimpin' sprung women 'cross the 50 states
Got young ladies
friend tell you you right I
Bet I get her real easy
Like bitch, you know who im is
Now what it is mac maine holla at em
Ratatat tat tat tat on you dog
trying to stay hood rich
And you can ask a *** 'bout me, you know I'm 'bout my ***
I was made by guerrillas, raised the hot boy click
'Cause I'm
'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these
'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these
Trick
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
(Yeah, and the boy Bow Wow in the building, haha)
My swag to official, man
(Ayy, Soulja my swag too, man)
Y'all
They all saying this time I'ma stay
I just leave again
But it's all gravy when we meet again
Don't know what the reason is
Oh yeah, boy, I'm pimpin', I
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
(Ey) Gucci bandanna, Gucci, Gucci bandanna
(Ey) Gucci bandanna, Gucci, Gucci bandanna
(Ey) Gucci bandanna, Gucci, Gucci
can't fake the funk cuz we can tell by the smell
Tryna force somethin' ya not, we can tell yeen well
Yeen ready for this wave, we can tell by the sail
Leavin' semen in they British faces
Make'em kiss they partners with it in they faces
Young pimpin' sprung women 'cross the 50 states
Got young ladies
Trick
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
(Yeah, and the boy Bow Wow in the building, haha)
My swag to official, man
(Ayy, Soulja my swag too, man)
Y'all
nigga Slim Thug they mean what they do
Say the black one a slut but the red would cut too (too)
Give 'em number to the suite and tell 'em to fall through
and Hannibal
I'm not an animal tell em again, shit!
Pimpin' ain't easy, playboy
Take it from a nigga who know
Get ya money while you can, though
Pimpin' ain't
Now, tell me can you uh feel this, bitch?
We givin' 'em brain contusions
Pimp C, what's the conclusion?
[Pimp C]
Pimpin' ain't no illusion
and Soulja I'm just gon' hit up my boy and tell 'em we made it
Keep ya mouth closed it need to be stabled
They tryna judge me, they put on a label
I call you
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
see you, my nigga)
We got the game on lock, man!
Pimpin', what you sayin'?
Pimpin', what you sayin'?
Now I'm a Chevy ridin' hot boy
Swagger like I'm
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
the bitch
Have her bringin' me stacks
All business no pleasure
Cash, no checks
??... just don't play with me
[Kenoe]
You can tell I'm a mack by
Cadillac but I called it to go
This your boy Sean Paul, baby tell 'em the truth
So roll Old Fleetwood with the two door coup
All platinum bill with
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