Lyrics:
know some of these niggas not my friends and that back door won't get me
If they come, won't get in, I take my mask off
I'm like Soulja Boy, I shoot em
Everybody's got a problem, so do I
But we ain't gonna solve 'em on a Saturday night
I just put a paycheck in the bank
And I ain't hit the town in
I tell you what 'cause I get 'em then I share 'em
I get my ham fucked up then I ? 'em
Cause I'm a hoe you know I'm a hoe
I fuck three different
Come my way
Come my way
Come my way
Come my way
Come my way
Come my way
Girl make I hold your side
Treat you right
Make you mine
Tell em other guys tell
'Cause the game could be detrimental to ya boy."
I Silver Surf the city circuit, forever lurkin on the street surface
I spit blood for blood verses
I tell you what 'cause I get 'em then I share 'em
I get my ham fucked up then I ? 'em
Cause I'm a hoe you know I'm a hoe
I fuck three different
tell 'em that we got the motherfucking grams
Call my people for your people, plus my fuckin' fans
We won't shake hands, pussy boy
I'mma fuck up your life
Bizzy Bone It's the Dog, Bizzy Bone
Got the Dog
You got Bizzy Bone ya man
Undisputed champion boy
Here's how it's done aight
I love you in
where
We take 'em to, dummy?
Uh, where we goin' y'all? We go ooh ooh ooh
Sing it with us y'all, over here
Where we goin'?
Uh, over here, go ooh ooh ooh
Tell them you are never going back
Song selector never going back
Swing out the door and you aren't going back
Tell me this isn't all you know
like I'm Quavo
I'm gettin' money, I'm makin' the pesos
You see us in public, boy, better lay low
No Soulja Boy, but she call me Big Draco
Damn,
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
Lil Bih tell me all I do is talk about money. I said girl, f**k you
Brown paper bag money
We all about the fast money
This that stunna baby cash
by my wristwatch (brr)
I make trap music, it's too hood to be hip-hop (skrrt)
This for the dope boys cookin' dope up in they flip-flops (skrrt,
She make me feel so good
Better than I would by myself or
If I was with somebody else
You don't understand
She make the people say yeah, yeah
peices
I got a glock in my left
A tech in my right
Got a trunk full of choppas
Do u still wanna fight
Got my partner soulja boy
And my nigga arab
the woods
With Nic and Nappy Roots and blazin' that good good
Lord I'ma tell you we're doin' it just right
Got my Playboy bunny right by my side
This is me
Soulja Boy, but she call me Big Draco
Damn, on bronem
I feel like Summrs, 'cause me and
The gang stay with six, On foenem
That nigga really a bitch, don't
Got a lotta new flames, still need 'em blue
Three hundred fifty thou', times that by two
New Dawn, no roof, I still see the sky
Peace to my
like playing wit guns an toys
Nigga claim he a boss but u just another runner boy
Got all these hoes making it clap but I ain't nun Soulja boy
I been
slow boy
See me in the club surrounded by a bunch of dope boys
Designer all up on my pants
She think I'm a dope boy
Throwin' money while she dance
She
shine
Figaro on the low, let thеse niggas know
Boss Dogg, boss paw, just to let 'em know
When I came through the door
I bang with the four
Motherfucker,
know cause ian have em round me
Tell them boys quit doubtin
And tell them niggas wait they turn why the fuck they poutin
It get cloudy when them niggas
really know
I'm just a hot boy, can tell Saweetie when to go
I bet she bring it to me even if it's in the snow
I got the Midas touch, so when I'm smilin',
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