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granny ain’t shit
Your cousin, and your crusty future husband ain’t shit (Hey, you ain’t shit)

[Crank That]
Soulja boy, tell ‘em
Why you always lyin’ fo’

Way Up/
Way Up, (hold up get yo) Way Up/
Way Up, (niggas Know I’m) Way Up/
Way Up, (Tell Them Boys to) Way Up/



Verse 2:

If You Wanna ride Then Now

They ain't got their own name in the streets so they just be running to they dad
Bitch shitted on me
Right in front my face
Said if I get some money

that came from my block and my corner
But we ain't da same
They try give lil A two football fields like bro ain't got no game
I know he holdin us down,

sleep, I ain't got no dreams
Now cheap talk, kill it
I'm in the game full court
Y'all the sideline chillin'
Come out that "H" that's why I'm grillin
(H

Watch My Shoes

Lil Wayne

No Ceilings

2010

the ladies come quick
The money can't fit in my pockets
But I bet that gun fit
And I'm so unfit
'Cause all I eat is rappers
And these rappers ain't shit

Down 4 My N's

Magic

Trapped in Crime [Clean]

2000

niggas

What you ain't heard, boy, I ride with these niggas
I die with these niggas
Did a drive by with my forty five 'cause I'm down with these niggas

Down 4 My N's

Magic

No Limit Top Dogg

1999

niggas

What you ain't heard, boy, I ride with these niggas
I die with these niggas
Did a drive by with my forty five 'cause I'm down with these niggas

need that paper dawg
Why yall hugging on the people who ain't got no faith in y'all
Ain't the tallest motherfucker so my money stack it tall
Athlete

souljas 
Boy you ain't shit (Naw)
Imma hit you with that uzzz (Youuu)
Shoot it at you
Yeah i got a tool
What you tryna do?
On the move
On some wild shit
I'm

the bitches history
We bustin' like ain't no gettin' out of these streets
We one step ahead, get em when they retreat
Got the black gloves, no showin' love

right on top of me
Pilf my way to the lottery
I'd say on God, no stopping me
Can't stop a G, cuz honestly
Dem lad try body me got bodied
Tell em, tell em

red lights
Tell me stop cause I'm killin em
Got chains like a millions
Lames they not feelin em
But tell em keep hatin
Praying on my downfall, tell em

don't argue

I got money I need more when I drop
We be beatin' down da block, can't ignore it when we slide
How the fuck I left da court wit no charges

dirty
It's Canada nigga, I got the country on my BI
Two bad women, I bet I can turn 'em bi
Hol' up, call me Mr cash Get It
Orange Lamborghini
Lookin' like

Im from im from flawda no drill Shitt
No lingo we kill shit
Dawg switch flows he still lit
I know a fuck nigha gone steal this
Long as you got tags

the red thing
Red dots on his nose
Havin him lookin like Rudolph
5 with the roof off, Soulja Boy
Tell M, I'm the truth, dog
Fuck ya'll niggas wanna do, dog

Yeah yeah man
It's the year 2007
Aka the year 2000 n soulja boy tell em
And im back on the track
Stacks on deck entertainment pawn tree management

uh, ballin'
I got the racks like it's on sale
I got the pack but it's not mail
He can't talk, his money like braille
I ain't gotta see that shit

You can tell I got some M's
If I don't, I'm gon' get them
Olympic pool bitch take a swim
Guerilla warfare for you and him
Soulja rag for Soulja Slim

first
He gon wind up in a hearse
Tell that boy go back to church
No nine to five we movin work
They tryin to find out where we lurk
Jus got a drop
He hang

'em with me, yeah
And I ain't worried 'bout no creature
Know you tryna sneak, yeah
They can't sneak up on me
Way I be like CP3, yeah
I'm a Calliope

Pancakes

8Ball

The Return of Mr. Zone 6

2011

Waka Flocka and ya boy big Ball
Hard from the start; I ain't never been no fuckin lame
Here I go with Waka Flocka, here I go with Gucci Mane
One

Niggas get 10K on the Gram
Next day, nigga, they be like, "I'm up"
Nah, nigga, you got much more work to do
(Go, go, go)
So stop spendin' money on that cup