Lyrics:
the skin up on my feet off
Tell ‘em turn the heat down
They tell me my mink off
She’s so abusive, the boy she wanna skeet off
Fancy, fancy, met her
down?
Iz u down? Iz u down?
Can I ask?
Iz u down? Iz u down?
Iz u down? Iz u down?
Now it ain't hard to tell
By the way you"ve been lookin at her face
I wanna get you by yourself
Yeah, have you to myself
I don't need nobody else
Don't want nobody else
He's special, I know
His smile, it glows
He's
Boat on your avenue
You can catch Boat on your avenue, damn
Soulja I'm hot like a sauna
I gave that bitch the wrong number
I'm whippin' it up,
I
Can turn the gray sky blue
I can make it rain, whenever I want it to, oh I
I can build a castle from a single grain of sand
I can make a ship
party is a Soulja Boy party
I'm turned
I'm turned up, I'm turned up
Turn it up to the maximum!
It feels right to be alive
Let it go and dance
what's theirs, treat 'em all like Taylor Swift
Leave 'em in a daze, all like, "What day is it?"
Yeah, the boy got class, no Cambridge
Fresher than your
was a dream, a fiend to understand that
You never seen a nigga like me?
I just tell 'em I'm an oxymoron when I open my mouth
Cause people talk shit
hands out, begging for a stack
But like Soulja Boy, I was born in the trap
Broke ass niggas still begging for a stack
Take 'em to Shawty Lo, nigga, learn
neck
I can tell ya wanna (sh)
And now you want it like
Want you to feel it now
I got a secret set I wanna show you, ooh
I got a secret I'mma drop em
holla "Take it off!"
Da bottom, where we turn out daughters
Just to plan a lick on the father, we got 'em
Licky licky, licky licky, I like to
Licky
And wait in the parkin' lot for waitresses off the clock
When it's late and the lot gets dark and fake like he walks his dog
Drag 'em in the woods and go
And wait in the parkin' lot for waitresses off the clock
When it's late and the lot gets dark and fake like he walks his dog
Drag 'em in the woods and go
To give it to you plain and simple, 'cause you know it's played
Holla at 'em Doggy Dogg, go and do that thang (go ahead)
OK son, I'll tell ya like my
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the taking
And what I need
want to walk away boy
And tear down the walls in this house
You used to tell me sweet things
Sweet things in the morning time
Now all you do is hurt
[chorus]
people see me in the street now
they wave at me and they ask me turn my beat down
turn my beat down, turn my beat down
i tell em never i
got? Is it hot? (Is it hot?)
Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on some shit
out
These niggas playing they goin die bout it
That nigga fakin he ain't ride bout it
Turn them boys to ghetto angels he goin fly bout it
Send em
Usher (Lil Jon, Ludacris!)
Yeah man, once again it's on (it's on)
You know we had to do it again right?
(We had to do it again boy!)
Uh-huh, uh,
me, yeah 3D, yeah, yeah, with no glasses
Tell the pope to come see me
I got asses, by the masses
I ain't greedy, sharing is caring
Especially when it's
them Filas cause my cousin pack them heaters
We don't wife 'em like Khalifa, we just party then we leave 'em
Tell 'em that we hittin', we don't really
through everything
For life it’s gang gang gang
Mane I’m a soulja
Came up in that bottom top ramen wit Louisiana
Brittany scrubbing Pyrex we done locked it
page from Bris
He told me he saw Sean and two chicks followed by four whips
Somewhere in the Florida sticks
It's a set up
Tell the crew to keep their
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