Lyrics:
castrate motherfuckers
The cuts on bodies, I touch puss with the color of mustard
There's really nothing you can call my bluff on
That dope we keep 'em stuck
hoe can brag
Back pocket of my denims is what hold the rag
Yeah he walk wit a limp he got that soulja swag
Imma hit the block if the racks low
If
stoppin' my bait
They don't like that, so I'm ready for whatever all day, everday
See I'ma soulja in this shit o' boy
And I ain't 'bout that hoe shit, I'm
Popping off of E D D
So I hit her wit the D D T
Hit my nigga Jah wit the jeep jeep jeep tell em pull up on ya boy it's a nikks plus three
I got the Midas
up, tell a man hold up
Looking like something out of Bad Boys 2
Bad boy Gs in a bad boy shoot (shoot)
You are not a bad boy, move
Shut down shows
they know I stay wit the bread
I just keep killing and killing em killing em swear it ain't fair
Them niggas ain't have a chance
You trynna battle
showed me love I could see ryt through
I had this anger in my heart I had to let it loose
I can't be trippin wit them boys you be Talkin too
Keep
showed me love I could see ryt through
I had this anger in my heart I had to let it loose
I can't be trippin wit them boys you be Talkin too
Keep
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run, boy
Gangbangin', crack slangin', not given' a fuck
Two strikes in my life, a nigga fed up
Mama said don't let up, and baby boy keep your head up
CHORUS (2X)
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
doing it back
I know how to make em all mad
Ima just smile, relax
Raised by a nigga who trap
Apply all that shit to my raps
Ain't never gon beef, niggas
water
Man, ya woahdie done fold
Can't rock wit'cha on the gang
Man, that boy he done told
Pussy gone to your head
I can't even trust my hoe
M-Town Soulja
snitching on me (I got em)
Told my mom im evil
Bitches acting phony (Bitches acting phony)
No dont show no love
Because im by my lonely (because im by my
the beam that I showed him, that I keep by my scrotum
I seen him I showed him, I leand him I told him
The Demons arose and, bullets, pull it
A hour just
the reasons that you hesitate
But I just miss the texts when
You would tell you were on the way
I can't keep my head straight, you already know that
I don't
back up
Tell em they betta call back up
Ugh
I'm nothing like something you wanted to see
You run up get done up when fuckin wit me
Kill you on GP no
season
And the taste is perfection
I can tell just by how you're breathing
Now when I run into these walls
I break em' down just like 28
Now every time I
Soulja Boy
Pulling up in my new toy
Shoot my shot, Brandon Roy
AND I
Cannot slow down my grind
I'm one of a kind
Tell me what's on your mind
This, is,
boo-hoo and cry wit' 'em
Atleast go home and tell his momma bye bye wit' 'em (bye, momma)
'Cause duke, I'm the hottest nigga on earth right now
And bust
I put it in my head, I'ma die for this gold
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, boy what's up?
Hopped up out the bed turn my swag on
Took a look in the mirror
off in da party and im bout da get loose dey hollin soulja boy tell'em gon hit Dat 1,2
Chorus 2x:
Ahhhh yuh snap and roll yuh snap and roll yuh
As high as a Batman
High Robin dont have an eye problem
Pistol on my hip I got a thigh problem
Rock ya hips Crime Mob em
Jae Millz
And let em boy know you
dey mouth
Dey do dis shit round da south nigga
Da dope boys on dope now dey broke boys
So naw uon see em wit me less dey dope spoil
Niggas still
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