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bout' how it come
Nigga I just want the paper
Different kind of bags, I'ma sell em' how they come
I got strong, I got swag, I can get it by the acres

my mother cry" (Lord)
"Tell me one reason I shouldn't send you up to Christ"
He said, "Go 'head, take my life, I've seen everything but Christ"
Then

No Favors

Big Sean

I Decided.

2017

getting the job done, boy up every night
I'm about rolling a seven, when I toss up the dice
I'm about getting my logo off, flooded with ice
I'm about

When you face the D-line your bottom lip will quiver
I trust the boys on this team, yeah I'd give 'em my life
Even though half of them are duller than

really turns me on
And to yo silly hoes out here still tryna link up
You can't find him 'cause I got him wrapped 'round my finger, bling

Ooh, boy, who

gotta get rid of em, memories I think on the regular
Energy, I'm feeling so elegant
Diamond dreams they sponsored by Elliot
Give and receive, I will

(You've got a magical… glow)
I'm in the fortress the darkness gives me chills
I don't wanna show off but my swag gets you killed
I'm in the fortress

Kiss Me Thru The Phone

Sammie

Now, Vol. 31

2009

future wifey
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, yeah
You can be my Bonnie, I can be your Clyde
You could be my wife, text me, call me
I need you in my life, yeah,

a trip
I matured since graduation I ain't with the kid shit
My girlfriend is 41, my wifey is 36, aye!

Frat boy swag, bitch I'm on another level
Fuck that

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

Scream & Shout [Rmx]

will.i.am

Still Smokin and Leaned Out

Where Darby at?
If you at Greystone gettin' your drink on, tell 'em to run this back
Put your hands up in the air, got the call from Will.I.Am
Now it's

to stretch the money out like make this bag long 
I’m Soulja Boy but I’ll still turn my swag on 
Just to give you niggas bitch something brag on 
A couple

Ay
I like 'em thick, show that ass on the gram get a heart on yo flick
And when she walk by me, a nigga get brick
'Cuz I'm hook on the way she be

me turn my swag on Soulja boy frontline
Angel dust divine
Heaven sent sublime
Don't listen what the haters say
Don't act like you been afraid
I never

over confidence its Leeky ***** yea
Gripping the wheel
Hustle and Grind let em know that its real
Feeling the beat as it enters my ears
Pushed by

mantra

(Turn it up)
It's the Beach Boys
Making my eyes get moist
Hold 'em up at gunpoint
Keep cranking them Beach Boys

We don't have a blend
Can

Yeah
Mmmmm-hm
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Back in my city, I'm ready for 'em
That ain't my killy, I barely know him
Pack up the Fiddy,

would be in a right
bloody mess I tell you.
	BRIAN
(who can stand it no longer)  Guard!
	BEN
Nail 'em up I say!
	BRIAN
(dragging himself over to the door)

like my Netflix loaded
(Get em')
Telling your boss brick city boys is fire
Never mind
Half of y'all be talking through the wire

Media slandered me
So

Ha!"
Saw him yesterday, and I gave that fool a high five
Short shorts, she loves my thighs yeah I'm a frat boy
I'm feeling like I am Soulja, turn on my

down with a swag that'll
Fuck up the whole world i'm back again
Fresh out of beating a dude up (Mike Jones)
Too many wanna be gangsta
Fuckin' my mood up

bucks
I be geeking like a freak, say that money turn me up
Turn it up, everyday we turn it up
Got my speakers going hammer, a Soulja boy im finna bust

are just a decoy
D boy is not a boy I'm a man you annoy
Me to the point where I got to keep the toy
Right by my side is cocked ready to deploy
Seek

N.O. Swag, imma dog
With the choppa runnin' like the Mailman, on the block pants Sagging, and I got my Soulja rag, Got a whole lot of bodies, yeah You