Lyrics:
ain't wanna look out for my children
Matter fact, I'm back, I been gettin' stats
Don't fuck with 'em, tell 'em let's do it
Turn boys to men, I'ma get
the mile
(Rrr-ing)
I ain't with that "He say, she say" shit
(yeah)
Unless he say she say she on my dick (On my)
Yeah, I hear 'em haters talking
But they
Know he hate to see Young Harry run it up
Use to shit on me I got more followers
Tell that boy he better hurry and follow up
I did what I could for em
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
Tell em that I need all my guapo
Tell em that I need all my guapo
She just wanna get me to the bed yuh
I just wanna lil bit of head yuh
My mind ain't
and night
Niggas so thirsty all day and night
Lemme tell you a story its was noon 1 day so I had a 100 rand in my pocket
Ey
Mamacita
Creeping on me like
Teacher Hollin Out Soulja Boy Do Yo Work. She Talkin Bout Adjetives, Pronouns, And Verbs. I'm Knocked Out I Ain't Here Nuthin The Class Heard. Im Daydreamin
money I'm on it
Aye, she chugging my drip oh, she thirsty
Rose gold wrist, perfect
I can't let em' to close, staying focused
Gotta watch how I move they
an egg crate
Uh, B.A.D. Boy ho, and I got B.A.D. bitches for my boys so
I treat 'em like pollo I'm servin' black Suburban,
Swervin' through the hood
down
Back when I was bummy
They ain't want me
Bet she throat em now
Really Havin motion
She gon fuck me
Nd my Brodie now
Damn
In my bag and shìt
I
came home (Ha)
They ain't wanna look out for my children
(Ha) now the fact I'm back, I been
Gettin' stacks, don't fuck with 'em
Tell 'em let's do it
of baddies and let em flip
Oh my
I was rolling with woes and
Hoes in plight
I met a gypsy then she hit me
Star 6-9
Put me on the Gnosis
That could Stimulate my
Unlock with a key lava Tennessee call that vol-cano
Are you OK? No Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
It's my guy Kano uh yeah
Let's kick it on easy play the game
Round
with riches
I tell her, "Get 'em", she say, "I got you", I say, "No, bitch, I say get him"
And they so pretty, and they hair lengthy, he hit it
I kicked da hoe out told da bitch to kick rocks
These hoes be so trifling they Js want some cock
But Soulja boy tell em bitch
Don't become a victim
prolly somewhere cross the water
She too thirsty man somebody get some water
Diamonds dancing on my wrist bitch I'm too icy
Heard your nigga snitchen boy
Soulja Boy Tell Em
Ya know what it is man
Turn my swag on man
Time to hit my bird walk man
[Chorus x2]
Watch me hit my bird walk
Watch me hit
you can tell by my face boy
That bad bitch she call me hellboy
Bitches want my dick they can call my cell, boy
I just wanna bitch I can call my playboy
know she probably someone else’s girlfriend
But trust me when I tell you that she’s my hoe
That’s pimpin', pimpin', you know how that shit go
All
bullets flushed em
That nigga died? His mama cried? Well tell that bitch that I said fuck her,
(You stupid mother fucker)
Knew that you ain't love em
Let em
tell you
Wednesday morning she a give mi thursy
Thirsty, mi thirsty (yeah)
looking up to the man I feel like always on go
Too hard I be ridiculous
Feel I'm one of the sickest
Tell them boys they can get it
Ain't tripping bout no
my legs shake
She gave me the brain but that doesn't explain
Why these lames be lovin' and cuffin' these bitches
I don't know shit 'bout 'em but they
have a strategy or you could be a statistic
Little boy dies, he's just one of the mystic
And mama steady cryin', 'cause she really the victim (Jesus)
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