Lyrics:
to get it right
Got my boots on tight cause I'm ready to fight
(Left left right left)
Shut up and listen man your positions
Tell em we about to go to war
I
charged her a stack for it
Got it by the bag get a whole or a half for it
Soulja to the scale so they get what they ask for it
Imported cocaine but I don't
I'm a Soulja Livin' Tru, you got the same energy
Huh, tell me, nigga, is you feeling me
Been getting 50 for them 30's up in Tennessee
Sold so much
don't know what makes these little
Dudes all get into conflict
With somebody that'll bloody up your
Body and stomp 'em
I tell boys "I'm the shit" you
Know
'bout no muthafuckin' people
I won't rest till I see a nigga dead in the concrete
I be a TRU Soulja till I'm buried
I leave 'em worried, gettin' high for
gun, what you gon' do boy?
You betta sit down nigga don't play like that
Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat
Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya
Somebody gon' get beat up quick
Beat 'em up beat 'em up just knock 'em down
Let it go down thass whassup drop 'em now
Beat 'em up beat 'em up just knock 'em
pouring out your hair
Nigga, any-fucking-time, nigga, any-fucking-where
"Make 'em bleed" is the motto that I live by
If you fuck with me, it's a must,
pouring out your hair
Nigga, any-fucking-time, nigga, any-fucking-where
"Make 'em bleed" is the motto that I live by
If you fuck with me, it's a must,
I fucked her for free
And now you walk around like somehow you got one up on me
Nigga please, this your brother part
This nigga found Soulja Boy's
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
They smokin' on cannibus while they tell us they jammin' us
Look a fan in the face and ask em' "Are you a true fan or what"?
"Are you really a fan
neva put in work
Woot de woot said he gone spin on who
I bet i get em first
He gon wind up in a hearse
Tell that boy go back to church
No nine to five we
a curious child
I'm simply a Boy in the Hood with Furious Styles
This shit'll make you rob somebody (what)
Grab somebody (what)
Stomp somebody (what)
I keep them racks up to my ear
Man fuck what jay be talking bout
You can tell he from the south
By the golds up in his mouth
You can tell he bout
brudda caught a case
I'll see em by July
Yea
I'm waisting it down
Still don't know when I come down
Say she wanted love
I'm in love with my life
Boy I
built to diss 'em (who?) the boys (who) and the girls
They starvin', we're starvin', keepin' a nine to five an'
Try to hold us down, keep us out but we
Draco (Draco)
Soulja
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it (she made it clap, like pop that, haan)
She make it
Check it, I'm ahead of 'em, chop it up with the veteran
A legend developin', they gotta tell 'I'm it's evident
Gotta notice an elephant, none of you
hand it off through the window
clready know I gotta stretch my work it might be a minute till I reload
Ima a Soulja Boy got k's in the couch I chill
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
you're a lucky boy
This recipe yeah you know me
This 5-piece band called LBC
Rest of the world passes by saying the world does not revolve around you
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
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
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