Lyrics:
had me stressing
Know I'm not perfect, but I want to do what I can
So that I can look right by your side
Long as it's you greeting me
I can feel that
nigga that done been around the world sixty-one times (I want you for very long)
Coke Boy, baby
I was pushing that H by the izzo (by the izzo)
I was
'em on they back, and tell 'em vamanos
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now (Snoop Dogg)
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now (Snoop
'em on they back, and tell 'em vamanos
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now (Snoop Dogg)
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now (Snoop
got wise by hard livin'
I sleep all day, smoke haze, manage` women
I spit these hard rhythms, it feel like a car hit 'em
So leave that boy alone, can't
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave (Jesus, Lord)
I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you,
kno how
I got tha boy nut
Man who want spit against my boy
He gon burn em i swear ta god nut flame
My nigga raw dizzy man iont think nobody in
The world
going hammer
Speakers going hammer
I remember back in the days, mayne I was broke
These days Soulja Tell 'Em run a hundred spokes
No joke, mayne I
going hammer
Speakers going hammer
I remember back in the days, mayne I was broke
These days Soulja Tell 'Em run a hundred spokes
No joke, mayne I
Airs (check)
Mean bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
All I need
That new coupe (got
, two, take a look at you
Death by matrimony (matrimony)
"Hey, tell this jerk to take a hike
There's somethin' 'bout that boy I don't like"
"Well,
rubber bands
They stealing swag like a damn coverman
I'm the first rapper in the world like Soulja Boy
But now evolved you can call me Soulja Man
You can
Now break his legs, arms, neck (yea).
[Chorus]
(Soulja boy tell em)
(S.O.D. money gang entertainment)
(I present to you the show stoppas)
(When
pack more punch than Tropical
Any mission possible, do what I gots to do
Labels gettin' butterfingers, and next they droppin' you
You think you know,
By any means go hard for the bankroll in these streets
Bout that cash flow boy even when it ain't cold niggaz know I keep that heat
On my grind stay
the people say
Cause they ain't putting paper in my pocket anyway I'm
Going all out and that's by any mean
By any means, by any means I'm going all out
Oh, I want you to know
To know that you are really special
Oh, I want you to know
To know that you are
I already got a song for my main chick
a masculine Rap God
(Nothing your can tell me)
Marshall' a masculine Rap God
(Nothing your can tell me)
I'm cooking this Rape Ape
(Marshall' a masculine Rap
a masculine Rap God
(Nothing your can tell me)
Marshall' a masculine Rap God
(Nothing your can tell me)
I'm cooking this Rap Ape
(Marshall' a masculine Rap God
on 'em but I ain't Soulja
I don't gotta put hands on 'em
Couple bands on 'em and this shit is over
She want it now pull up in a rover
Tryna spend the night
I'm checking out who did it
When I stumbled on this girl
And I could tell that she was different
A couple hours later now I'm liking all her pictures
those necks little bitch
Til I leave em all dead
With a scene Slit6
Aye
Back when my homies were just laughin' on the track
I cut em off for a minute
See what I'ma do is, like...
I just kinda want to be able to, you know...
Smoke by myself,
Without kinda being bothered by what a motherfucker had
'm on the grind naw stop so there's wrestles
I'm always impressed to chicks wit no questions
'cause its ya boy Skoob but I'm smooth like Nesquik
I came wit heat,
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