Lyrics:
nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight
I don't stop rappin' like my first tapes
When I was broke, I used to sell em instantly (instantly)
One look, you could tell
up, tell a man hold up
Looking like something out of Bad Boys 2
Bad boy Gs in a bad boy shoot (shoot)
You are not a bad boy, move
Shut down shows
Stepping out in something fly, I'm that guy
Bad chick rollin, sitting by my side
Wood grain tipping, but I'm far from pimpin'
Man of the year Scottie
tryna brake the bitch but you look like a fool
You can tell by my posture I'm the one
I'll slap the shit out you boy even if your ass had a gun
I'm
spinnin'
They thought the Ferrari was rented
I'm ridin my windows ain't tinted
It's Soulja Boy Tell 'Em im gettin it
Molly in my pocket, taking off like
to sell em instantly (instantly)
One look, you could tell it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I went on tour with Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
A bunch
Soulja Boy Tell'em with a brand new mac eleven
N***a try me man I'm rockin' gucci sweaters
Louis on my head BLVD is getting money
N***az hatin' on me
buhl rappin about it I'm giving you promo
I was the first like Soulja boy, and niggas is stealin my Mojo
The rapper you thought was a rapper, he drillin
is perfect, hatin' on me ain't worth it
I guarantee you, boy, the Earth my turf, if it hurts
(Tell, 'em why 'cause I) been around the world
' since pimpin'
Big cuzzo is a killa, most of his life in prison
He put the clip in and clicked it and blick'd em
Molded the life I'm living
Pop died when I
rocking them Soulja rees
In the 8th grade
How you Gon put me up on game
But you never played
I told that boy don't play with me go
Play at the arcade
I know
(C'mon)
Man! This Disturbin' Tha Peace shit gettin' on my nerves
Boy I tell you the truth, know what I'm sayin'?
While he doin' shows, I'm in these
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Soulja Boy
Pulling up in my new toy
Shoot my shot, Brandon Roy
AND I
Cannot slow down my grind
I'm one of a kind
Tell me what's on your mind
This, is,
hurt murked put 'em in the dirt
Boy you better catch me first
So you finally get hurt murked put 'em in the dirt
Boy you better catch me first
So you
(Pimp): That nigga wasts the honey
(Pimp): All we want is the money
(Pimp 2): I keep em' bro. Wake up one morning, and, with some money
All we want is the money
I keep em' bro.
Wake up one morning, and, with some money
To spend, they go crazy.
I'm going to tell you a story in
traumatized
I seen shit that turn you Soulja
Art of war We living by that gun
We not dieing by it
Stolen cars We get up close
These niggas doing drive bys
hard to be drug-free
When Georgia Power won't give a nigga lights free
Switched hustles, been killin' 'em ever since
Get paid to tell the truth, dog,
in my Air Force Ones
I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom (big boy)
There's something about 'em that's dirty, that's why I got
it)
Tell her bring her friend with her
Pussy good, I'll tip 'em
I'm just tryna get richer (get richer)
I-i'm tryna stack me some commas
M-make
I put the gang on the flames (woo!), they gon' remember the name
They robbin' boys for the chains (woo!), I got Goyard by the sack (woo!)
I got
hardbody
And I got downtown four partners
And I'll go to war 'bout 'em
Smoke weed on the west by my dawg house
Feel like the Godfather and I don't have
turned it into somethin', boy
'Cause I can't leave this filthy game without my Almond Joy
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got
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