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Tell me where yo homies at
Hol' up
Where yo homies at
Aye
Pull up, bench 'em
With my niggas, know we wrenchin'
Yea, smellin' like that 'juana
I
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em hopped up out the bed turn my swag on
Took a look in the mirror said what's up
Yeah I'm getting money oh
Hopped up out
days and years past when you add it up that's life boy
My young nigga said Josh I ain't you ion work for these white folk
Big Soulja got the Draco I got
Teck 9 close by touch 'em up
I shoot n****s in the mouth boy pucker up
Sweet sucker tash gee golly what the f***
Where the hell all these new p****
Me going broke nigga yu could forget it
Feeling like Soulja Boy I need my credit
I’m really a vibe , something yu can not edit
Designer be on me I
put em in the Truck
Have You Smoking like purp
Get hit it this Lil pump (Bow)
You can catch a fade just like Lil boosie
Play dirty Get hit wit dis uzi
the G's
Rat heads get nothin' but cheese
And drop down on they knees wit ease
I make 'em blow me
Then I tell that ho to blow my homie
Ho, don't ya know
done gone a different way (that's right)
I know my lawyers play the lies game
It's okay for Soulja Boy to say Nas' name
Nothin but Ludacris answers
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
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
out thick
Hoes gettin' in, you betta' pick a bitch
'Cause when I shut it down, the party's over wit
She call me Superman, I'm on my Soulja shit (you)
out thick
Hoes gettin' in, you betta' pick a bitch
'Cause when I shut it down, the party's over wit
She call me Superman, I'm on my Soulja shit (you)
cleo
I'm not going back and forth bout my people
Aye tell all my bruddas I love em
I wouldn't trade they life in for nothing
I'm tryna make a way for my
waitin' on
I'll be right back
Told you it wouldn't take long
Fuck wit my cash
I'm gettin' in ya ass
Like Beyoncé thong
Black out the Porsche drillin'
waitin' on
I'll be right back
Told you it wouldn't take long
Fuck wit my cash
I'm gettin' in ya ass
Like Beyoncé thong
Black out the Porsche drillin'
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
buhl rappin about it I'm giving you promo
I was the first like Soulja boy, and niggas is stealin my Mojo
The rapper you thought was a rapper, he drillin
Soulja Boy Tell Em
Ya know what it is man
Turn my swag on man
Time to hit my bird walk man
[Chorus x2]
Watch me hit my bird walk
Watch me hit
for a hit
My damage post traumatic
Cinematic actors get smacked backwards
On a track or smoked like roached backwoods
Smoked by OGz toting holding
more
Hurry up and order, ain't no postin' by my door, uh
Boomin' on my porch, boomin' on my mama porch, uh
SniperGang boys, makin' noise
I got hella
and make yo chest buckle
When I come I lay the sprays wit K's by the truck load
Should've got out of my way you heard my clip shuffle
Now yall was
blew
Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit
Niggas die by my orders when I wrote this shit
Though we go back like wild knights at Latin
the back seat
Riding wit' the dope boy! (I'm a dope boy wit a guitar)
Tell 'em if they looking for me
I'm on the road to the next city
Riding wit' the dope
Ride wit' the band in the back seat
Riding wit' the dope boy! (I'm a dope boy wit a guitar)
Tell 'em if they looking for me
I'm on the road
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