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Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin

to the old me

Sugar coated no koolaid 
Whats my name know its too late 
Why he drop it got that new you 
Im like soulja boy hit em with the you 
Rockaway 
Now

Drug Dealers Anonymous

Jay-Z

Drug Dealers Anonymous

2016

choices
I told 'em pull the Royce up
I'm getting ghost, I'm hearing noises
I think it's the boys, but I been banking at Deutsche
We got storefronts, we

used to run around armed and robbin'
There was this little boy by the name of Moses
Had to run home keep from gettin' me jewelry stolen

Till one day

Tell yo bitch to get off me
Off white, all this off on me
Speaker knockerz, I did it by my lonely
No imagination I'm livin' like
I'm Tony Montana

bandana for my opps, they know who poppin' shit
Try to hit a lick and end up hit, you boys ain't stoppin' shit

I got all the keys, this shit on lock, yo

Intro:
Checklist, gucci sweatpants
I love the way she steppin
I swear she a blessing
Really my lil sneaky link 
I tell em that's my best friend
So

the Lord, we sinnin’
I ain’t for nothin’
Know I'ma ride till the end
Till the wheels fall off

By myself, and I’ll shoot at all y'all
Show em how to play ball

go head up
Poisionus as venom no mistakes in 'em
Gucci on silk you got Vasco in denim
No my name ain't taco Emilio or Paco 
but Kwame boy and I got yo

stepped on her heart, I broke it piece by piece
Crank a bitch like I'm Soulja, no ring like she Schroeder
I'm really 1SiX bitch, I thought that I told you

he greedy (uh-huh)
I ran off, told 'em, "catch me on the TV" (tell 'em)
See I'm from where you rob Peter to pay Paul (Paul)
I'm yelling, "fuck

Soulja Boy Tell'em!

Jumped Inside The Showerrr
Then I Get Stupid Fresh
Turn My Swag On, Put That Ice On My Neck
Call On Miami (Miami) yeah That's

Halal Feathers yeah
Press Machine, Press Machine ano Gang
Wassi Gang huh?
Tell 'em that we make it happen
Tell 'em that we make it happen
Tell 'em

Know I got her
Like Gucci and Prada
Put that on my tab
First I gotta make a milli
Like Soulja boy
Get silly
I'm bringing it back
All these motherfuckas

it better
Who say they fucking with Griff
Bandana boy back on his shit
The bottom I gave it a lift
I’m on can’t tell me shit .

on em with the stick nigga
Tell 6'9 I need six figures
Hit em with the 9 don't snitch nigga
Tell Uncle Murda I murder Uncs
Get wrapped for the years done

writing songs with no hooks
And I’m still crossing instrumentals off of my books
Im pretty high most the time you cant tell by my looks
It’s visine, cause I

'em angry
How you gon' get rich and forget your wish?
Boy, thank God that you made it
Maintainin' this life, you runnin' through Ms
Tryin' get

Soulja Boy Tell 'Em bK
Yeah ha, ha, ha
Bitch

Brap, brap, brap, brap
Brap, brap, them choppas
Shawty on tip because she is a bopper
She fucked

by looking at my eyelids
Same vybe, same bitch from I.S
Trini boy, already know what the vybe is
Super flex when I kome thru drippin'
Nba, see me

them girls that be ridin' dutty
The ones that like to keep the D up inside 'em now
So many girls off up in the mall boy a nigga be in the club (oh!)

on and on 
And throughout the globe 
Its nothing but fiction 
Fairy tells Covid19 spell descriptions uh uh
Please picture the night when God was silent 
Picture this prison

on a shirt, you a Twitter banner
Gucci Mane, that Kush be my cologne
Soulja Boy, baby, pick up the phone
Blowin' kisses to your bitch
Through the phone draco's

Pourin' Up

Pimp C

Pimpalation

2006

those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in