Lyrics:
pourin out your hair
Nigga, any f**kin time nigga, any f**kin where
Make 'em bleed is the motto that, I live by
If you f**k with me it's a must you die
What are you writing?
I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it
Man, who are you?
Tell 'em, Motion
Eat your words
Say what you
give a fuck if you don't like me!
Yea, I walk with a lean like I'm on some other shit
I'm on top.. you can tell by my click
I'm from the south lil
take my whole world, baby
And twist it to the right
Throw me in the air and whoop like dynamite
Baby you know anytime you can swing by
You know I like
and im goin fuck you up
If he ain't a soulja then that boy ain't one of my kind
Smoking good green popeye make the glock fire
This a good thing my time
give a fuck about your stipulations
Type of bread appropriate for every situation
You can tell by the jewelry sittin' on my collar
From the bread
it down
Tell your girls
Avion indulge you to hang out
Intoxicate me
Free your mind
Free my mind
Freak all night
It's evident
When two worlds
And Tech just got to make sure that our stories corroborate
I'm a lot to take like Kanye
Walking up on the stage for Beyonce
Like it's my job to say
That
said "Hey boy, what's with the frown?"
But in return, all you could say was
"Hi, George, meet my fiancée"
Young guns having some fun
Crazy ladies
that Katrina flood
I still got big, U-MAC-11 from '97
Sometimes, you gotta show niggas better than you can tell 'em
I be on that gangster shit,
to quit my job
Beat me till I'm hungry
Found a punk to rob
Love me Aunt Jemima
Love me now & ever more
(Love me Aunt Jemima)
Dit-dit-dit-dit
playin'
Turntable's ready got my records at hand
I still get a thrill every mornin' when I tell 'em
Howdy there friends out in the radio land
Earphones
home soon as my momma hit me
Put my son to sleep and right back to the drama quickly
Papi said he got them bricks and we gon' take 'em down
I call Omelly
and
Passive aggressive is not who I am
Soulja Boy Tell Em' I'm doing my dance
I'm with the band
Rollin' like rocks
Taking my loss
Turn em' to wins
Fly out
the safe ya'll
Cappin more than Soulja Boy if was his day job
A nigga be rappin with passion
A horrid assassin I leave the beats ravaged
Than eat like
get it for the low
shot out to my nigga LO 2 tha 4
SO till we go
SO to the 4
4 4 5 4 make a nigga hit the floor like, pow
soulja boy tell em im
culture, build the homeless a home
I'm not runnin', for Congress or the President
I'm just here, to tell the world, how my story went
You see, first it
wildin' out like they work for Nick Cannon
Tell that bitch to have a seat, I know that she can't stand it
Tell them boys it's fuck 'em all, ain't got no
Johnny Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight
He said "Before the sheriff comes I wanna tell you," Said "Listen boy
Learn to hoist a jack and learn
a good boy, he sacked the quarterback
But I was just a hood boy, bricks in my culdesac (brick)
Jordan number five, Gucci man, I'm still alive (whoa)
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't
We in the studio
I said, we in the studio
Is this mic on? Check-check
I'm thankful for my position I was given in life
'Cause I know some
Chillin' in the spot in my B-Boy stance
Don't make this four-fifth kick like
Bruce Lee roy pants
You know I'm smarter than Spock
For Leonard Nimoy fans
So
the gun and began to shout
"ay y'all all lets break out got 'em dip out
Now as I left there goes the boys in blue
They pointin they guns at my four man
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