Lyrics:
Doll then, Soulja Boy Tell 'Em we got one
No, I can't fit it in my pocket
Got a quarter million cash, I can't fit it in my pocket
Me and Asian Doll
and tell 'em they'll never win
Because they caught up in the sin and we drinks for free
Shake that stick, when the faggots try to lust yo' body
Surprise, it
popped
They bailed down Sesame Street and caught em
Little Boy Blue is up front givin' orders
Little did they know Cinderella was a fink
She called
laundry
If the neighbors get to asking, I won't cover nothin' up
I'll tell 'em every little detail, how you drug me through the mud
I'm gonna string up
up? (Ayo, yo, ayo, ayo)
Jump on the Aquarius III, it's just Quentin Will and me
We all headed to paradise, boy, I'm finna set you free
Feel like
on them pills
Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe
Chose come up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got
did was let the pain hurt my feelings
Turn the pain into music
Turn the music into millions
Got jerked my first deal, now I tell 'em suck a dick
what's left, the judge goes deaf
When you try to tell your side
And you ain't blue eyed
Boy you better duck 'cause the book is comin'
And just hand
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky,
As soon as they show, they gonna get popped
They bailed down Sesame Street and caught em
Little Boy Blue is up front givin' orders
Little did they
As soon as they show, they gonna get popped
They bailed down Sesame Street and caught em
Little Boy Blue is up front givin' orders
Little did they
later
You gotta let these haters
Jam on it, jam on it
I tell ‘em, tell ‘em jam on it!
Jam on it, jam on it j-j-j jam on it!
Mr 305, to Mr worldwide
My price went up
Tryna get this set up
Some homies felons (ah ah)
That dude like Soulja Boy cause he tell 'em
I don't know that random
He ain't
used to call home sweet home
I'd roam the streets so much they called me a drifter
Sometimes I'd stick up a thumb just to hitchhike
Just to get
rehabilitate 'em, that's the sheriff's story
So what's left, the judge goes deaf
When you try to tell your side
And you ain't blue eyed
Boy you better duck
Yeah, 2gether
Your boy got popped in a drive-by yesterday
He'll be lucky if he makes it through the night is what the doctors say
You can take
stolen
Call the cops he be stacking like Lego
Leave me holding all the blocks
Run up on him, treat you like the drop
Roof open all them stick-up boys
you for to mouth off, I'm gon' let it spark then
I pull up with the top down with a dirty stick
And some shit to distribute
Get you a few, your
brush
Them. Stinking feet, 'cause he didn't wash
'em. He raised up with his claws, the boy
Whips out his ukelele and starts to sing.
Well, you know
me like peasants
Or get opened up like presents, please
My young boys wildin' for respect
Slit your throat, have you smiling with your neck, say,
shoot they ass up like rifleman
'Cause I never wore a suit made by Dapper Dan
Them punk motherfuckers be hittin' me up
And I hit 'em right back
"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
sentence, I got 'em mad as fuck (yeah)
This for my bros in the chain gang, I'm 'bout to pipe it up
Ayy, free Cold World Tay, tell Lil Pokie that it's up
the game cause that ain't gone solve em.
I can tell by her look that she wanna ride with me
And later ride on me.
Go Shawty!
This just how we do.
Me I
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