Lyrics:
bullshit Michael Jordan in forty-five
I got what you need you need just get in line
One time got caught slippin', got caught up by one time
Had my face all
fruity
Put him in a kennel and watch em all pop
Hit him with a venom and off with his top
Talking all that shit and got his jaw dropped
Thought he was
bullshit
I wish a nigga would bitch
I I'm back on my bull shit
Smokin on this good weed
I got good wood bitch
Yeah im in the mood bitch
Tell me what you need
to the old me
Sugar coated no koolaid
Whats my name know its too late
Why he drop it got that new you
Im like soulja boy hit em with the you
Rockaway
Now
up, got him hit
Loose bowels, leakin' by his gallbladder (huh)
Ain't no limit to these soldiers, in the Nolia
They don't know ya
R.I.P. my nigga, Soulja
people halo's
Soulja Boy up in the trunk he ride around with Draco
Bitch I feel like super man
Throw her ass a cape yo bitch a super fan
Nah throw his ass
later
I stay on the grind, tough
Stacking verses
Racking haters
Yeah
Yeah
I made it
See me as I'm speeding by
If I don't tell 'em now
Then they'll never
spit it it"s Revenge of the Nerds and I"m Stan Gable
I"m known to be a star The best I can tell I"m the best by far and you
Another gay rap by that boy
must-heard
Tell them lil boys ketchup
You a fan nigga fess up
All black Wars on my feet
Despite the memes
I been going threw some things only GOD see
Weary
mufuckas fake I ain’t singin' to ya birds
Man I’m talkin' to the boys that will ride or die
Boys where a phone call will make em slide up
The boys where they
askin' me
Why I don't be hangin' out where they be hangin' out
I tell 'em, I say, "Lil nigga, listen here
If I don't got no business there, I don't got
the boy so you know that you gotta lose
She-She like the way that I fuck but I tell her good luck I got more I don't gotta choose
I wanna smoke up an ounce
shoulders (Woah)
These niggas want to be Soulja's (No)
I'm getting bread like I'm supposed to (Yeah)
Just took the lil' hoe to Beni's
She said she want
like a threat, if you mean business you mean business tell 'em pull up that's a bet (pshh)
I'm a hot boy I'm a hot boy (Ha)
I'm a hot boy I'm a hot boy
baby like the last s***,
A big car and a bad b****
Uh, I'm so fly I need my a** kicked,
These n****s ballin' by accident.
Keep talking make em
baby like the last shit,
A big car and a bad bitch
Uh, I'm so fly I need my ass kicked,
These niggas ballin' by accident.
Keep talking make em
baby like the last shit,
A big car and a bad bitch
Uh, I'm so fly I need my ass kicked,
These niggas ballin' by accident.
Keep talking make em
don't really wanna go there
All these boys be talking trash until I put'em on a poster
Yes sir sober gopher
Hands behind my back it got me looking like
just sit I'll be back in a bit
Gonna tear ya boy a new one and when I get back Ima do the same shit
My old girls mad she keeps talking shit
My friends
right now
I be high as hell bitch I know that you could tell
Chanel is the fragrance yeah we gon' give em hell
You dead
Tried to talk to me I'll leave you
with riches
I tell her, "Get 'em", she say, "I got you", I say, "No, bitch, I say get him"
And they so pretty, and they hair lengthy, he hit it
write rhymes
I tell 'em I used to
Shit now I'm writin' history you gonna remember
Like The Juice Crew
You to the G to the K-P-A Playa
Miss me bout
through the phone)
See you when I get home
Baby, I know that you like me
You my future wifey
Soulja Boy, I tell 'em yeah
You could be my Bonnie
I can be
fucking with you and I don’t trust them suckers in blue
I hear 'em knocking from my door, please don’t tell me that they’re coming in too
Got me shook, I
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