Lyrics:
time out yo waltz)
And tell your love'ems that you love em as all
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
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
night, I just might
Regret that night for the rest of my days
I remember those soldier boys
Tripping over themselves to win our praise
I remember that
their past,
But every single person on this earth can start today
and Change their future,
Thats real shit,
Beezy,
Soulja Boy TellEm,
All my DJ?s play
stop? When will I knock the crap off?
Hailie, tell 'em, baby
My dad's lost it
There's really nothin' else to say, I, I can't explain it
I think my
all)
I do my dirt all by my lonely
Don't need no phony homie to call me
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
That go for each and everyone of you
their past,
But every single person on this earth can start today
and Change their future,
Thats real shit,
Beezy,
Soulja Boy TellEm,
All my DJ?s play
that type of flow that really make your girl go
I'm marvelous, I'm all of this
That's why your girl all on my dick
I make 'em cum, boy, you make 'em
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
it loose (hey)
She want you to stroke her (yea) and have fun
Now tell em,
It's in the house, so throw your money in the air and stand in the couch
back that shit is nothing to me
I take the hands of my friends they led me to glory
I promise I'mma get 'em back I'mma tell the story
They really wanna
Soulja Boy Tell Em
Ya know what it is man
Turn my swag on man
Time to hit my bird walk man
[Chorus x2]
Watch me hit my bird walk
Watch me hit
with some fella with a regular job"
I didn't wanna get her involved
By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sitting in awe
Hopped into my car, drove far
Far's too
the rest
Copped another piece, hit the dark streets
Rollin' once again, fuck the damn police
Called up my boy Joe, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car
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
(what? What? What?)
Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down (Official Nast' shut 'em down)
Word up boy
'Bout to shut down the whole industry
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
Da-da
Da-da
Yeah, good job
I said, young man, sit down let me tell you how it's supposed to be
How they told me
I said, young man, if you
In my heart I know it's a little boy
Hope he don't end up like me
Well, the man's still grinnin' says he lost my file
I gotta stand in line again
committed, heaven knows
Gettin' weak and I wanna hit it, so here I go
In my ride and I'm all in, gettin' high
I can hear the people callin', I'm passin' by
Gaithersburg, right in Old Town, the shit was insane
I'll never forget it, and that's where I met my boy Lenny, Big Lenbo, wassup!
That's right man, we just
we stuntin'
Tell em roll something cause nigga it's nothn
Niggas gettin mad cause my pockets swollen
And everywhere I go yea I'm loaded
My money been
the beam that I showed him, that I keep by my scrotum
I seen him I sold him, I leand him I told him
The Demons arose and, bullets, pull it, at a hour just
(GTTC!)
Yeah, it's Southside, yeah (Soulja Boy Tell 'Em)
Got this new dance for y'all called the Soulja Boy
Hey, yeah, ahh
Aye, yeah (That's that
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