Lyrics:
ya kid brother
If you admire somebody you should go on 'head tell 'em
People never get the flowers while they can still smell 'em
A idol in my eyes,
Too many whips at the crib, ran out of parking spaces (damn)
And I only like blue cash, I'm money racist (Franks)
I call my G-Wagen Soulja Boy, watch
date
Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate, nigga
Your bossed up swag got 'em drooling like a new born babe
The dollars in they eyes got 'em
‘em bad, boy
Wrong side of the track, boy, oh
You know I like ‘em bad boy, like you
(Like you, you know I do)
I like a man with kick, yeah
So come
on the map
Got the groupies goin' crazy, they don't know how to act
I bring em backstage and tell em baby just relax
Rock on, they see the jewels is so
date
Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate, nigga
Your bossed up swag got 'em drooling like a new born babe
The dollars in they eyes got 'em
They like SOULJA boy u fell Off Idk bout it cuz a nigga ain’t take a loss
Riding around the city still movin like a boss
Looking for my opp I swear
ya kid brother
If you admire somebody you should go on 'head tell 'em
People never get the flowers while they can still smell 'em
A idol in my eyes,
Yeah, yeah, uh
Grammy-nominated, never won it though
Don't need it, but deep down I want it though
Bank account still on a hunnid though
My
day
Rose gold, princess cut
Pretty face, little titties, big butt
Thugged out, she with me like "nigga what?"
Big chain on my b-boy
We walk in
in, left foot in (SOULJA BOY TELL EM)left foot in, put ya right foot out, put ya left foot in and you shake it all about you lean wit it rock wit it,
would begin to tell the Lord
Smokin' on your Rushmore pack (ooh)
Montana
Lies don't faze me (uh)
Only surprised when they keep it real
Sixty mil'
slobbering all over your pants
And Jesse, your wife has fallen into a trance
She's got eyes that tell no lies
She's seen so many wars
Ah be a good boy Jesse
"Hey, tell this jerk to take a hike
There's somethin' 'bout that boy I don't like"
"Well, sugar, he don't mean the things he said"
"Just get him outta
do em' all by the week
Taz Angels just wanna chill, jewelers just wanna meet
Weed man expensive, three trips a week
Misses just wanna freak, feds
em' do you think
You could take the heat?
It's funny cuz' I ain't ask for this
I ain't want to be the
Poster boy for the genre, a pastor this
I just
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
moan
You can see it real life but I know right now you ain't home
Wanna make you feel like Soulja boy kiss me through the phone
Yes my man is off
nigga
I'm focused on makin' records and gettin' bigger
Just hits, no misses, that's for the married folk
Tell 'em fix my suite up 'cause I'm comin'
They called him a hero
In the land of the free
But he wouldn't shake my hand boy
He disappointed me
So I got my hand gun
And I blew him away
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
we got my homeboy Eazy E in the house
Compton's definitely in the house.
Yo Ren, what are we gonna call this shit, tell'em what your name is?
Yeah
the rot
Okay okay Soulja boy tell em Soulja boy tell em
Whats going on today mayne
How could he be selling cause he could snap and the beat is real heavy
we got my homeboy Eazy E in the house
Compton's definitely in the house.
Yo Ren, what are we gonna call this shit, tell'em what your name is?
Yeah
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