Lyrics:
I pour that lean in the double-cup
4‚500 stuffed in my joggers
I got a lil' bitch in college we cuttin'
Up‚ she mix her Hennessy wit' the molly
If
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
I ain't bout my business look here he hatin'
Coming uptown playboy we gonna slang it
If I catch down nigga bad we gonna leave ya stankin'
Fucking wit
and the hottest of'em all
I killed it but ain't competition just carvings in my arm
Suicide on this mike I'm bout to take it apart
Tell'em I been a Soulja boy
I
Water, jar, coke, soda
Fire, pot, stir, slower
Ice, fluff, whip, boulder
Dry, cut, bag, over!
Don't tell me that it's ?
Baby boy, you on the grind,
shooting and laughing
My ratchet blast on top of you bastards
Committing sins in Cincinnati
We'll drive by in all black caddy's
A 21 gun salute
Your
baby, I ain't chasin'
'Cause only in still water we can see our faces
Real shit, I told my nigga
"Boy, you better watch them hoes when you sleepin'
We bad than a motherfucker
[Verse One: Juvenile]
If I got a problem with a nigga I'm gon' tell him to his face
Fuck holdin it in on my chest, heelin'
nigga
It ain't no time to waste
Ain't time to play wit' these pussy ass niggas
Did they send my money? That's a big advance (yeah)
Got shawty
to the suite and tell 'em to fall through (threw)
And tell that nigga ESG and Paul Wall too
I know Bun did had been fun wit them freaks, yeah (yeaaaaa)
Do it
nigga Slim Thug they mean what they do
Say the black one a slut but the red would cut too (too)
Give 'em number to the suite and tell 'em to fall through
to the suite and tell 'em to fall through (threw)
And tell that nigga ESG and Paul Wall too
I know Bun did had been fun wit them freaks, yeah (yeaaaaa)
Do it
Seductively moving my body; now watch me rock my hips
Take a sip of the goose
I'm lookin' good and livin' lavish
Big boy pimpin', popin', dippin'
Now tell me
[Chorus]
[Talk:] Ay Ya'll Hit Up
Ay Ay Soulja Boy Tell Em
Im Out
hear you say
I'm gonna turn it up, up up, up!
Gonna turn it up, up, up, up!
Turned up to the max
I walk in the club wit them Rex
It's Soulja tell
night, I just might
Regret that night for the rest of my days
I remember those soldier boys
Tripping over themselves to win our praise
I remember that
I'll be straight
And it's prolly jus a phase
She don't kno that ima demon
I be talkin to my K
Tell her chop em when she see em
Hit the switch and let it
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
by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
Nigga I really do my thing
Kind of fuckin' hustlers are y'all?
Yeah
I'm posted in
[Soulja Rap:]
She bad, like a student in detention
Walk inside the club and my chain just glistenin
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em yeah I got Chris wit me
I bet
step to the mic and set the record straight
Ah-yo G
We're gon' do it like this
Why don't you tell 'em who you're down with loc
Right
All you
things get better for you
'Cause I'ma make things get better for me
And keep it Doggystyle, hottest thing out the LB
The L-L-G wit D-P-G by the sea
We
slimeballs
(Bet these niggas ain't gon' fuck with me, fuck with me yeah)
You heard me, tell 'em free D-Dawg
Tell 'em free all my niggas
This that Drac
and
Passive aggressive is not who I am
Soulja Boy Tell Em' I'm doing my dance
I'm with the band
Rollin' like rocks
Taking my loss
Turn em' to wins
Fly out
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