Lyrics:
I'ma still make dis sell
Can't let em stop my mail
Cops on da block oh well
Cops on da block oh well
House fulla rocks wholesale
Get caught by da cops
elevated hit the ground don't get back up
Them bullets penetrated
Shots get to firing these niggas all separated
My niggas ran down on some niggas at my
I'm just really showin' love
That gon' probably get 'em mad, so sad
All haters need a hug (haha)
Take a hit of these drugs, gettin' high with my
that you can do for 'em, you feel me
So I just tell 'em please don't act like act, no
All my niggas we the same, please don't act like that
Please
And you could probably find me wherever the wolves parade
I was born to be a killjoy, I'm a old brat
Conceived by Adam and Eve, so who you mad at?
Not
not really lookin' (Mmm)
Just came to have a good time (I'm not)
Don't wanna get too serious (No, hey)
That's not what's on my mind (Not what's on my
you yelling at your brothers, it gets dangerous
I don't think the love's ever been the same since
Now I only yell at God and my therapist
Now I only
on the dance floor get silly
Call it Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
I done showed 'Em who I is
Now you need to show me who you is (Is)
What you about?
What that ass do?
I
back to groove with no strings attached
This my bread and butter and you know it by the way I rap
Just an Illinois boy. My swag on like Soulja Boy
Came
Turn up the music
Cut off the lights
Spark up a blunt
And get in tune with me
Tensions making me nervous
Staying mad is so worthless
Work with me
girls get down on the floor, on the floor
Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor
By the time I hit the door I saw hoes on the floor
takin' shots like a free throw
Don't you know I live by the street code?
Fuck with me, my niggas pull up with that heat though
Hot girl, I'ma make 'em
to watch for the Actors
I was raised by the Traffickers
All green ain’t a go
Gotta go and get it Hail, Rain, or Snow
Am I just destined for Hell I don’t
Now I could bust a cap and split 'em up, I'm ready to get 'em up
I said, "what that Dogg Pound like, nigga?" Then I hit 'em up
Now you niggas know
on the flight, ice like the Gretsky's
My dime piece only recognize the best tree's
Treat 'em like I don't need 'em boy, you best believe
You in her face (You in
wanna be nosy
He's with her, gonna be all in the streets, like a Jeep, tomorrow
Don't worry, let's breeze the bar
And in case I ain't tell you, those
Yeah
Its Bad Boy Baby
Neptunes
And we won't stop
(I like that) 'Cause we can't stop
Yeah
Let me tell you something
Sometimes I rhyme slow,
c'mon
Straight from the underground, fat boy from the mound
Spit it how I live it, keep it gutter, that's how we get down
I wanna see you get it
Don't go talking bout it boy betta handle yo biz
Gone wipe me down while they whistle like this
They Can tell I'm official by the way that I live
you fuckin' up
still I sip still up to sum
Fuck the mix i'm in the cut of slums
Soulja’d up don't get stomped in mud
They wan' adjust weak cover up
got an attitude, I used to love her
But now she mad at me cause I don't fuck her
Heat the courtroom like I'm fresh out the stove
Wired like I'm
This is my muh fucking house
Hey I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch named Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Tell
to see what's up
Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal
Who I gotta talk to, who I gotta write
Get my Reebok deal done or I'm stayin in Air Nikes,
2 Gun I'm a dwg in the 6 I'm like god
So tell em nigga don't you play with me coz i aint soft
Pull up pop my shit if I spin you get caught
Always
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