Lyrics:
to finish
Really from the 30 it ain't no pretending
Really do em dirty you know how I finish.
Hit with the 30 you know how im spinning
Boy you been a pussy
a call
I could Move through a room full of volters... NICE
And I still turn heads pultagice
Rock a cold chain
Neck full of Soulja ice
You young boys should
you get up in it
Damn, let me see you work
I can tell that you a flirt
I don't want it 'less it hurts boy
Let me see you sweat
Grab me by the fucking
like I'm Godrick
Yeah yeah, Elden Ring yeah
Yeah yeah, Elden Ring yeah
I get the ring, now I'm lord of the Elden (Huh yeah)
Like Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
I
Dropping all Opps cause I'm too petty
Tell Em wake up but I'm not Fetty
No pen no pad this shit with no effort
Thinking this shit sweet like he don't know
These boys is some cowards I do it for you
No need for details you know what I do
I show that commitment I'm showing that love
Know that I'm smart
bed again
She'll even tell you leave the boy alone 'fore you get your head split again
Pluto shit make me sick to my stomach, we ain't never really
a hot girl
(What you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(What you want boy?)
I want a hot girl
I like'em hot, the ones that don't tell me to stop
Eat
a hot girl
(What you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(What you want boy?)
I want a hot girl
I like'em hot, the ones that don't tell me to stop
Eat
swerving lane to lane this shit metropolis
Why you don't speak on shit? cus I be peeping shit
They gone remember me, my life you can’t remix
Tell'em cut up
on the cover of Fader
And she say it's my time like Flava
Plus she know I ain't fishin, but I bait'em
And I'm livin' like Flava (Yeah yeah)
Tell the bitch I'm
on the cover of Fader
And she say it's my time like Flava
Plus she know I ain't fishin, but I bait'em
And I'm livin' like Flava (Yeah yeah)
Tell the bitch I'm
to 'em
Hell is you doin'?
We gone
(Yeah)
Like that
Let's go
Pop a Percocet and keep it rollin' (pop a 'Cet)
Bad bitches see the pants pokin'
I'ma
bruh
The way I'm sitting cozy on the beat like its a sofa
I spit the facts real watch me tellem like I’m soulja boy
I hit the track with conviction
nigga thinking
He try the game and I'm blanking
Pop my shit like I'm Bigga than Rankin'
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, this chop I'm gone crank it
I put a gram in
wet on the floor
Like she came out the pool dripping
RayBans got the juice dripping
Tell em free uncle poose with it
And if you riding with me
hand Robert Horry
Most my nigga pop Xans unemployed
I can't stop, I'm goin' in, steroids
I tried to tell you when I came, it was God
Washin' off my
shoes
Someone tell em
Someone tell em
Someone tell em
We don't run, we ain't hidin we just slidin
If you really want the slugs
Someone tell em
Someone
And I'll go and do it by myself watch me drop his clique
You ain't did shit
Nigga quit the cap
I'll call my nigga Kyistt tell'em spin it back
I heard he
time to step
But my grimeys is the grimiest
With love for me pop, pop, pop
And send a chuckle up above for me
Ayo, currency kept passin' me by
But I
son like Janet
Fly cause I'm in it
You looking
Like you need a minute
Peso then say so
Same pace so tell em boys
Fuck out my face yo
Hardly ever touch
Hot Boy like it's 500 degrees
Moolah, Fetty, Guap, I been stackin' all this Cheese
Soulja down, steppin', I got blood all on my Rees
Pop out in my
and Too $hort raps
Oakland, California that's where I'm from
The city where the boys say you don't want none
But if you do, I'm gonna tell you this
(
Niggas, bitches
Gather 'round
I got a story to tell
Hear this, hear this
Get the whole world
The Swatch bred
Thoroughbred, shockingly took
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