Lyrics:
looking good and it match wit the piece
Errbody wanna know what's that on the boy teeth
Ear lobes on hang, eight karats outta tell
It cost a baller 100 g's
by Odell Beckham
He got regular pringles
Well go and let em
On my Trigga; Animal
Drax facts
Look em up
Haters is snowglobes yea
I shook em up
And I
myself, cuz I don't mess with the people
Rhude shoes on, new shoes on, what'd I tell them
I get in the t-shirts, and I also mail 'em
Planted myself in
you do a flex
Baby, get that chin high
Better tell em with your chest
You ain't really with the games
But you really with the shits
Tell them boys find
is shot through with sunlight
Trying to hit the big one one last time tonight for...
Drunken fathers and stupid mothers and
Boys who can't tell
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,
rocking them Soulja rees
In the 8th grade
How you Gon put me up on game
But you never played
I told that boy don't play with me go
Play at the arcade
I know
hit with that Draco (bah-bah)
Soulja Boy or that Aubrey Graham (Aubrey Graham)
No one be playin', haan
She howl at the moon, I be barkin' (haan)
I
They told us where to go
But Johnny said, "I like 'em
Don't you give them no trash"
You see, we were Johnny's little boys
And we got paid by Cash
traumatized
I seen shit that turn you Soulja
Art of war We living by that gun
We not dieing by it
Stolen cars We get up close
These niggas doing drive bys
the chat room, my conversation is goin' down
Where you from? Where you at? Lil' momma sho' talkin' nice
I tell her meet me at U of H right by the towers
when I stashed the loot from Woopty Woop
And the same exact place Biggie Smalls got popped at
Unsolved by the boys in blue
Hundred niggas outside
mile high you
But one thing she gon sell ya always keep some business on ya cerebellum
Try to warn em yea she tell em they in trouble like a felon
She
pourin out your hair
Nigga, any f**kin time nigga, any f**kin where
Make 'em bleed is the motto that, I live by
If you f**k with me it's a must you die
Johnny Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight
He said "Before the sheriff comes I wanna tell you," Said "Listen boy
Learn to hoist a jack and learn
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named Jack, he
later
You gotta let these haters
Jam on it, jam on it
I tell ‘em, tell ‘em jam on it!
Jam on it, jam on it j-j-j jam on it!
Mr 305, to Mr worldwide
like I'm Godrick
Yeah yeah, Elden Ring yeah
Yeah yeah, Elden Ring yeah
I get the ring, now I'm lord of the Elden (Huh yeah)
Like Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
I
One, two
Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga
Tell them boys where you came from, nigga
Tell 'em boys why I stay up late
Tryna say, tryna say,
You a what? Bad Boy Killaz
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Hahaha, yeah, nigga, fuck 'em all
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Fuck all you
eating chicken and fries
Yeah come holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
Goddamn the boy's back
For pushing a mountain of snow caps
I heard your style and I beat you nigga
Your whole album I sleep through nigga
'cause 'Te's an avalanche so call an ambulance
And tell 'em to pick
said "Before the sheriff comes I wanna tell you," Said "Listen boy
Learn to hoist a jack and learn to lay a track learn to pick and shovel too
And take
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named
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