Lyrics:
She threw the pussy and I caught it (caught it), presidential by 40 (40)
That drop hit from Europe (woof), that coupe got deported (ha)
I turn coke
arms, the story in my hurt
The boys, they always tell me that my words get 'em by
They can tell how much I mean it by the bloodshot in my eye
So
motherfuckin' camel
Never gave a fuck
Bitch I'm Soulja Boy tell 'em
And I tote that automatic that
Will bust yo cerebellum and I freestyle
Versace, Versace
2012,
Paint a picture for me, boy
Where the sky's forever blue
Tell me there is nothing I can't have and nothing you won't do
Toss and turn without me, boy
Unlock with a key lava Tennessee call that vol-cano
Are you OK? No Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
It's my guy Kano uh yeah
Let's kick it on easy play the game
Round
dream
Never stepped on the work, no footprints
All these bad bitches make it hard to find a good bitch
Coke Boy, yeah, white girl, yeah, hot boy, yeah,
on now
As we proceed, to give you what you need (yeah)
You know I like it when your body goes (bump, bump, bump)
Bad Boy, B2K
Yo O, talk to 'em, playa
something just tell me [x3:] (I'll do it)
Just hit me up on my cell [x3:] (I'll do it)
[Verse 1:]
Soulja boy tell em'. Im on the phone wit lil momma got me
down
And when she turns, this boy'll be gone
So long, sometimes you just gotta walk on, walk on
Hey vibes man, hey jazz man, oh play me your
Trick
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
(Yeah, and the boy Bow Wow in the building, haha)
My swag to official, man
(Ayy, Soulja my swag too, man)
Y'all
deep
It's mad how I gets so hot
It's mad how you get me by (by)
It's me, it's me, it's me, it's-
Look in my eyes, tell me a tale
Do you see
[Intro - Pharrel]
Malice saying we to hot
New verses please
c'mon!
[Chorus - Pharrel]
Hot Damn, its a new day
Hot Damn, what them boys want
finish
We'd ask the old cowboy
To tell 'em again
You could almost hear
Those prairie winds blowing
His saddle a creakin'
Beneath his old faded
Fathers are pleading
Lovers are all alone
Mothers are praying
Send our sons back home (tell 'em 'bout it)
You marched them away
Yes, you did now
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle of joy
Tell me what street
Compares with Mott Street in
It started March of sixty-four
Many years ago
We were hired by Johnny Cash
To open up his show
Four boys, a worn out Cadillac
With a road map
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
tryna learn it by heart (I got new rules, I count 'em)
Eat, sleep, and breathe it
Rehearse and repeat it 'cause I (I got new, I got new, I)
One,
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle of joy
Tell me what street
Compares with Mott Street in
Fathers are pleading
Lovers are all alone
Mothers are praying
Send our sons back home (tell 'em 'bout it)
You marched them away
Yes, you did now
Usher (Lil Jon, Ludacris!)
Yeah man, once again it's on (it's on)
You know we had to do it again right?
(We had to do it again boy!)
Uh-huh, uh,
Crush by the lite- (Victoriouz)
New shit, man
Tearin' the streets up
It's your boy Lil Durk tunin' in with DJ Victoriouz, man (my nigga Lil Durk)
down
And when she turns, this boy'll be gone
So long, sometimes you just gotta walk on, walk on
Hey vibes man, hey jazz man, oh play me your
dem and by a morning
Body turn dirt quick
If dem, think dem can roll
Up like di, spliff dem
Tell dem fi reverse out quick
Bullеt inna skin like melanin
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