Lyrics:
roll 'em over
And I don't just look real, this crook deals coke
Only thing whiter dog is Brook Shields
Harlem, holla back, how the hood feel
Platinum,
'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
this thang,
Check my chain,
Club got crunk when they heard
That your boy came
I crank that Robocop
And make my shoulders drop
This snap(?) go by
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Oh boy, yeah
talking shit they didn't like, riding marble white
I might just break 'em off, when I come dripped out like Ike
I'm talking shoes by Huarache, shirts by
talking shit they didn't like, riding marble white
I might just break 'em off, when I come dripped out like Ike
I'm talking shoes by Huarache, shirts by
get em
Shoot!
Let me get em
Nah shootout ayye, nah shootout ayyee, nah shootout ayyee, nah shootout ayyee
(soulja boy tell em)
[verse 1:]
Its
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
Now break his legs, arms, neck (yea).
[Chorus]
(Soulja boy tell em)
(S.O.D. money gang entertainment)
(I present to you the show stoppas)
(When
again, hey
Mission four: got the vintage rolls
Drop a couple hundreds, tell 'em leave it at the door
I ain't worried, doing me tonight
A little sweat
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
em go blue
But all we doin is stealing something we don't control and its makin Me wanna
Snap dont breathe, you dont know what my wants need
If niggas
You the main one tryna stall right, sold the broads out the game boy
I beat 'em down like chop chop chop
Yessuh, cut 'em up and leave 'em alone
On my
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
forgot
Tell me that this the life I never wanted, tell me I had a dream but then forgot it
Hop in the Rolls, designer my clothes, I get, I got it, I want
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
and Wanessa we roll
A red Bentley and range rolls sitting in twenty inch folls
Go on open the party
A pa pa pa party, they're goin' retarded
A Soulja Boy
Ready to ride on my doughboy
Old boy, ain't ready when I hit em with the Rolls Royce
Oh boy, get the bread right for that po boy
By the far the most dope
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
Im talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna
What's happenin main? This B Gizzle
Your number one original hot boy a heard
And I got collipark music they got me bouncin' wit dis one here
You
a downsouth raider
Snap on tracks like gators
Burning pine by the acres
Surrounded by lawbreakers
While ducking these lawmakers
This the life of the ghetto
From
Yeah
Ah
Fifth
Rah
Alright, roll, roll, roll
Space between the cars, go, go, go
Some of us are dench yo
I don't give a flying fuck
Pagans
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