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Soulja Boy Tell 'Em bK
Yeah ha, ha, ha
Bitch

Brap, brap, brap, brap
Brap, brap, them choppas
Shawty on tip because she is a bopper
She fucked

Fuck The Other Side

Dunk Ryders

Ryde or Die

2008

Yeah and I can't even lie
You can tell by my red ass eyes that I'm high
I'm doin' sign language, screamin' fuck the other side
Flawgin' ass niggas

changing, no way homie
Stay the same i'm just praying on it
Blessed up i don't stay hungry
Imma tell em' bout Gods love like soulja boy i been praying for em

I'm in a farm and I'm smoking with cows
I'm waking up in the back of a bus like I'm Rosa
You gon' die by my hand, bitch I told ya
Turn my swag on like

the chalk around it
I got the full baggage
You drive a Jeep Wrangler, the basic edition, shit ain't even the full package
Someone tell Quincy I turn beef

familia turn hot like that
Any city, any block, any boulevard
I survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy
I could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts
Can make it

hurt murked put 'em in the dirt
Boy you better catch me first
So you finally get hurt murked put 'em in the dirt
Boy you better catch me first
So you

skinny pants, feel me?
Don't get it fucked up, nigga, we been jiggy, been pretty
Still tell a bitch suck my dick, swag swag nigga (shut the fuck up)

Pass The Dutch

Young Money

We Are Young Money

2009

ladies over
Tell em this is Y-M-E so when you come you cant leave sober
You would think she came with buttons by the way that I control her
Put her

Beez Like

Young Jeezy

Seen It All [Deluxe Edition]

2014

the whole la familia turn hot like that
Any city, any block, any boulevard
I survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy
I could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts
I

Feel like 01 Rod Smart, he hate me
Thought I told ya, imma dark Soulja
Lurkin in the dark, drawn by Mignola
Witches roll up, potions gettin throwed up

seducers, they come in deuces
But when I cut 'em off, they always become a nuisance
Niggas take my old flows and they take my old swag
He just took my old

five for these verses
Purple like his shirt is
A$AP up in London town
Gotta tell 'em where my turf is
Other rappers is worthless
Leave them all in

me turn my swag on Soulja boy frontline
Angel dust divine
Heaven sent sublime
Don't listen what the haters say
Don't act like you been afraid
I never

)
Keep a bankroll on me, nigga (nigga)
By the time I eat some bacon I got bands on
All my cars I done put rims on 'em
I done touched down, no end zone
All

people, shoutout to Nigeria
Doing what I want, I'm free like, I did not kill em
I got the vision, I'm Superman ohh, Soulja boy tell em
Osmanli in this

friend said she coming along
Love in the morning, so I'm fuckin em strong
I'mma beat em to sleep then I'm gone in the morning
Hold up! I tell a bitch

the switches
I'm focused on my money
I'm focused on my riches like I'm Ricard
I been tryna tell em what's the word
They don't get the picture
I'm only number one

Hold Up

Diddy

Press Play

2006

up
Get inflicted by my verbal conviction
A Bad Boy but far from a Detroit Piston
You're not focused enough, you're not listenin'
You need to slow

Ready to ride on my doughboy
Old boy, ain't ready when I hit em with the Rolls Royce
Oh boy, get the bread right for that po boy
By the far the most dope

the pain
Having no money come my way
But now I'm making money even when I sleep
Eyes wide awake, but I really need a dream
We hustle, hustle

I go by Weezy,

Nawf swag, nigga
In a bed with your ho, I'm just singin' riddles
I'm like, "La, la, la, tell your boyfriend I'll kill 'em"
Plenty hitters, nigga,

Let 'Em Burn

The Hot Boys

Let 'Em Burn

2003

We bad than a motherfucker

[Verse One: Juvenile]
If I got a problem with a nigga I'm gon' tell him to his face
Fuck holdin it in on my chest, heelin'

the swag (swag)
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?

[Chorus]
It's about three in the morning (ay)
Gotta leave with