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Lord, I think I need a hitman
Tell Biggie I'm a big fan
Ooh my pockets on biggie smalls
And your pockets on stickman
I just came from the gun store
I

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

seen my own niggas Soulja hate (Fuck em' tho)
So I ain't laughin' wit no nigga keep my poker face (Fuck em' tho)
Yeah I'm on that shit like right now

soulja___boy aint broke i b fresh up on da scene
with monkeys on my toes 

chrous: 

If u know u gettin money 
pull out a 100
make it rain on dem hataz who b

Ay
I like 'em thick, show that ass on the gram get a heart on yo flick
And when she walk by me, a nigga get brick
'Cuz I'm hook on the way she be

it,
Ooooo,
Boy that street life is too real,
Imma tell how it is,
Ain’t like nobody ain’t know,
Now a nigga wanna speak up,
Hell nawl hold ya peace,
I’m

on my lead
Broken soul, but I'm breaking bread
Head-dreaded boy from Waggaman
Petey Pablo shirt off, on 'em
Swingin' like a helicopter
Got it covering

that's
Why this year I tell yah
I don't need no favors
(Damn, Soulja Boy stunt on them haters)
And my resolution for New Years
Is nigga we made it!
You

writing songs with no hooks
And I’m still crossing instrumentals off of my books
Im pretty high most the time you cant tell by my looks
It’s visine, cause I

Feel like 01 Rod Smart, he hate me
Thought I told ya, imma dark Soulja
Lurkin in the dark, drawn by Mignola
Witches roll up, potions gettin throwed up

goin fly bout it
Send em to the sky bout it
Tell the truth why you lie bout it
Murder on my mind death around the corner I ain't hiding from it
I love

going down boy too bad fuck ya, sorry for ya
Listen let's not to get shook, but I ain't the one to come lookin'
Cause all I can tell the police is, I am

Watch Dem Haters

Beelow

Ballaholic

2000

niggas that you know that's trying to do you in
I find myself busting at my own friends
Bitch made nigga with a smile on his face
"You my boy", "That's my

brothers soulja slinging K's an yea i been around it
Pull up stop the car shoot through the house bitch how this gun sounding
Them hoes on go for me and suck

like Soulja Boy
Cause I done started some shit (Woah Woah)
Man these freaky hoes know they gone roll
They been start they whip (Woah Woah)
I don't need

phone
Cause this money talk ain't long
But it's got be blessed 
Got be blessed
Got be blessed by number one
I shake the game make em lose balance 
I'm

bitch ass
With cha bitch ass

Play with me nigga how the fuck you niggas figure
Hit cha in ya dome and make ya lose conscious nigga
Grab ya by ya neck

up
Ay

Came up, boy I told ya, told ya
N***** wanna dap me up, I don't know ya, know ya
Funny how the tables turn, I'm big Soulja, Soulja
Ay

She press

a call
I could Move through a room full of volters... NICE
And I still turn heads pultagice
Rock a cold chain
Neck full of Soulja ice
You young boys should

hit with that Draco (bah-bah)
Soulja Boy or that Aubrey Graham (Aubrey Graham)
No one be playin', haan
She howl at the moon, I be barkin' (haan)
I

son like Janet
Fly cause I'm in it
You looking
Like you need a minute
Peso then say so
Same pace so tell em boys
Fuck out my face yo
Hardly ever touch

them Filas cause my cousin pack them heaters
We don't wife 'em like Khalifa, we just party then we leave 'em
Tell 'em that we hittin', we don't really

(gllliiiddd)
Choppy Sounding off singing like Lucci
Left the scene told me boys it was Gucci (brrr)

Neva been a Soulja boy 
Always been a F**in chief 
Lead neva

I'm Ballin

Soulja Boy

More Than a Game

2009

Whoa! whoa! whoa! whoa! whoa!
(Soulja boy tell em, swish! )
I'm ballin' (I'm ballin')
Ok

I'm ballin' mvp baller of the year
I'm ballin' (I'm