Lyrics:
're watching a church
Gathering take place, looking boy
"Oy vey, that boy's gay!"
That's all they say, looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
hurt murked put 'em in the dirt
Boy you better catch me first
So you finally get hurt murked put 'em in the dirt
Boy you better catch me first
So you
I made Forbes with Diddy's and sat top floors with 50s
And now I'm fully open, I play the bully on 'em
Call for your squad, you rest, you get
hit
Call you Soulja Boy, Santa but I come with bigger gifts
I tote them toys, muzzle then you see the flash
Nigga get the Polaroid, get the Polaroid
different (it won't)
Man down, to them niggas I'm a menace (grrah)
Whole bird, flippin' shit like I'm a gymnast (let's get it)
Tell 'em fuck 'em, (I tell
different (it won't)
Man down, to them niggas I'm a menace (grrah)
Whole bird, flippin' shit like I'm a gymnast (let's get it)
Tell 'em fuck 'em, (I tell
tha tuff times
Coming from a city,
Where you never see no sunshine.. (X2)
Hook #1:
Better watch yo mouth
What chu saying to a Soulja
Got a couple
bed again
She'll even tell you leave the boy alone 'fore you get your head split again
Pluto shit make me sick to my stomach, we ain't never really
and get him when its winter nigga holla back
I'm gutta done told ya that
Roc boy bitch hova back
Tell ya movin dem stabs of crack
See nigga you a lie
don't you bring up what I used to do
Cuz i kno shootas dude ain't even gon speak on what they'll do to you
So tell that bitch to kick rocks
Outchea servin
like I'm Soulja Boy
I treat that bitch
Like it's Myspace
I heard that you going broke
You be throwing your money
Right into your fireplace
'em in the dirt
Boy you better catch me first
So you finally get hurt murked put 'em in the dirt
Boy you better catch me first
So you finally get
tryin' to get this money
So get up out my face, you doodoo head dummy
Hey Soulja Boy can I yahhh trick yahhh!
Yo Arab I really like yahhh trick yahhh!
Like broke to me still exist
But you know what?
..God slapped me with a gift
I’d double down on the clique
We Souljas.. yea
Yea I say you know what
(Uh)
don't want no static
Bitch, I'll run yo pockets
Run that city boy shit
We finna get this party poppin'
City boy shit, yeah baby, I'm a soulja
Got the block hot now we all going global
with riches
I tell her, "Get 'em", she say, "I got you", I say, "No, bitch, I say get him"
And they so pretty, and they hair lengthy, he hit it
nigga you would never be (oh na, na, oh na)
Oh na, na, oh na
Oh na, na, oh na
Oh na, na, oh na
You tell me that you make big moves
But tell 'em what you
INSURANCE
BALTIMORE’S FINEST, TRYING TO GET BY
AND A TASTE OF THE LIFE THAT MY TALENT PROVIDE
WHERE IM TAPPING HER NICELY, SHE ASK ME TO PUT IT INSIDE HER
IM
and Jay and Logan
Livin' reckless as a youngin, B.T.D. you know that was our slogan
Them boys they been my brothers ever since way back before the motion
be that new pack aint no chit chat
We get the drop we swing and blitz that
Where your head at niggas never wanna use that
We knock it off that boy
who go hard ‘fa me
Camouflage this camouflage that
Souljas only live once
Soulja whenever you see me (Soulja)
Solo whenever you see me (Solo)
Where I
souljas, souljas from Compton to Brooklyn
Your the type to get sniped, when the cops is lookin'
Don't nobody give a fuck 'cause you done crossed the game
license tag
Run em, get em, got em, shot em, boy what it do
Fans rushin to the soulja for the photo shoot
Mirror mirror mirror on the wall (boy what it
down the road
Right by the ocean
I got bitches (swag) on my toes (Dre)
(Pretty boy swag) Pretty boy swagging on
You fucking hoes (I do this)
This one for
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