Lyrics:
die for
Young boys thats on my strip
Will kill anything I say ride on
Tell them niggas call us if they're out of work
'Cause we lifting weights but we
jury be VVSes
Kated by DTSes
Like Khalid shit we the best and
I tell em hoes I don't wanna talk
Just leave a message
Automatic stash boxes so they
Can
in, left foot in (SOULJA BOY TELL EM)left foot in, put ya right foot out, put ya left foot in and you shake it all about you lean wit it rock wit it,
And hold them glasses high, yeah
And when a nigga ask you, why? You tell 'em
The dope boys in the building
What's up? The dope boys
What's up? The dope
the only ones that Know so don't tell me watch my Mouth
Nighas dropped the addy a year ago
And i still go by the house I done Learned his route know errnody
like atomic and anybody in my way imma fold em'
Wit me n my gilla guerillas wantin ta win it
Boys be tryin ta battle 'cause they want our position but
come back and make it work, make it work
I tell these hoes come get this work, get this work
I give no fucks, I give no damn, give no damn
I took my
Lil Baby's baby mother got caught likin' that message (Jayda)
Soulja Boy the first rapper Kanye took off a track
On Drink Champs he told N.O.R.E.
na my song den dey play
Oya tell em tell em tell em that me Pepperhyno is the new dancehall king
Make you tell em tell em tell em I be the boy with
got wise by hard livin'
I sleep all day, smoke haze, manage` women
I spit these hard rhythms, it feel like a car hit 'em
So leave that boy alone, can't
Soulja Boy Tell Em Yell At Em Cuz Its My Time
People Playa Hatin On A G Like S B
Cuz Dey Flippin Da Channel And Im Talkin On Dey Tv Screen
Churp Da Whole
Jamaica
But I've been on that wave, that's why this year I tell yah, I don't need no favors
(Damn, Soulja Boy stunt on them haters)
And my resolution for
tell yah, I don't need no favors
(Damn, Soulja Boy stunt on them haters)
And my resolution for New Years is nigga we made it!
You don't know how long I
a tape-deck.
A boss never touch work if it ain't taped yet.
That's how you get fucked, I practice safe sex,
And I take ya boy Curtis bitch with my tongue,
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
on the clique
Don't let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck
Tell me what are you gon' do for respect? (What chu gon' do?)
lackin’
Pistol packin’, we gon’ hit between his arms wit’ a hammer
Bakin’ soda, my lil’ soulja, knock ‘em over, get ‘em right
Late at night we pop out, we
ain't playing around
Coach tell em my prices went up
Tell em we changed it around
Tell em my following bigger
They ran outta liquor
The last time I came
to die but I don't wanna be next
I wasn't shit so I made the world call me fresh
I tell em Cautions calculate ya steps
Nobody's giviin hand outs better
(ISSA W!LEYS WORLD)
(Yeah)
Hush be cranking that iron he a Soulja Boy
07 was You'ing all over boys
Was down and bad bitch I ain't broke no more
various times]
Ain't no game, you know what I'm sayin'
Soulja boy tell'em,
From the internet to mainstream
You already know what it is
Stance
'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these
'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these
Iggy
Who you think I give a fuck about, an enemy?
Think I give a fuck about the industry?
Pussy ass nigga better Google me
Boy, I really made a million
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