Lyrics:
Soulja? oh yeah play boy naw, baby
Put that jacket on
Leave them heels on now take
It off quick, Swavey, baby
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
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
I'm a demon I stay on attack
I feel like I'm Soulja cause she make it clap
Cross that boy up someone get him a map
Yeah Ty the Vision but Meezy he
riding in my two door, running from cops, I'm by my lonely
You see how I shine, boy just tell me how bad you want it
I'm like go and get that sack
Go
I paid for it
Bad boy for life
Diddy saving it
Hit the party up
Wanna see my face
Hit the carpet up
Paparazzi race
Tell em ready for it
Let's go
swerving lane to lane this shit metropolis
Why you don't speak on shit? cus I be peeping shit
They gone remember me, my life you can’t remix
Tell'em cut up
on her (yeah)
It look like she went got a new BBL
I'm like you done went got a lil' ass on you (let's go)
Your doctor did good, shit, I can't even tell
I tell 'em move over
Big shit over here, boy
100 acres on my property, man I might hit a deer, boy
I got felonies that's older than y'all niggas
nigga
Took his bitch, but I ain’t try to, nigga
Now that nigga sick like the swine flu hit ‘em
I ain’t phased,
Nothin' new, I do this every day
Told me
bruh
The way I'm sitting cozy on the beat like its a sofa
I spit the facts real watch me tellem like I’m soulja boy
I hit the track with conviction
the fuck you spill lean on a BB Simon?
A real dope boy don't do consignments
Ten times out of ten, I'm bound to rob 'em
They say "Pap act like he
Got
bright blue
So called beef with you-know-who fuck it
He just let em kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had our niggas sitting
that money, you get me
I don't want bitches to get me
I been too swag for a minute
Bitch, I been too swag for a minute
I said I'm too swag for this bitch
tissues for your issues tell 'em blow this (bitch)
Make my money, walk straight ahead now
They countin' every day down, waitin' on me long
You know
on them hunnids, no they can't fuck my groove
Annie are you okay? Are you okay? I'm smooth
Just because I'm a player don't mean I play by the rules
Tell
now
Fuck Soulja Boy
Dog I heard that shit at Ice T's house
My Gucci bring them Mice's out
Like Gucci I'm so Icy now
I tat my hood all on my arm
Don't
gangsta, you can tell by the swag
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?
It's about 3 in the morning
Gotta leave with somethin' hot
em like a Soulja
Keep on floating By
I'm the chosen child
Thas I'm asking why
So I can take your pain
And turn it into mine
Man I don't mind
I got
the gats
They get the chance to grip 'em
And they bullets got bald heads
Clips full of cancer victims
Ya boy go dumb but I'm a man of wisdom
If this retard
me up cause I don't wanna give em that ink
Tell em I don't spit for free
Tell em I don't write for free
Tell em I'm a gangster I ain't into all that
Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us (okay, tell 'em for me, shawty)
No one on the corner have swagger like us (yeah, that's right)
Swagger like us,
Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us (okay, tell 'em for me, shawty)
No one on the corner have swagger like us (yeah, that's right)
Swagger like us,
door, running from cops
I'm by my lonely you see how I shine
Boy just tell me how bad you want it
I'm like "Go and get that sack!"
Go and get that sack
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