Lyrics:
I can't tell who be real or fake
Aye aye aye aye aye aye aye
Aaaaaaahhhhhh
Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt
I can't tell who be real or fake
I can't tell who
at
Where the fuck you at
Time to put Puna on the map
On the map, look
They sleeping on me let em nap
Shhh if you talk so loud
This the Puna Boy Anthem
I pour
a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail them
Which way? dat way, tell 'em, aye
Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha)
Bad
the city where the poor flex
We push foriegn cars and park em in the projects
Screamin nigga we made it countin up stacks
Don't soulja hate me homie fall
a royal route?
It starts in Illinois, let me tell you boy!
If you ever plan to motor west,
Travel my way, take the highway, that's the best!
Get your
Ballin! Soulja Boy Up In Da Buildin
(Throw Some D's On That Bitch)
I Just Got My Report Card
(Throw Some D's On That Bitch) I
Just Got My Report Card
(Throw
You remind me of a folder
Push me down and I heat up like a toaster
That boy is a Soulja
I hate these niggas more than I hate being sober
I can't
your woo game won't work think
You a soulja I'm a put him on a camoflauge shirt
Berg, Weezy, look what I did to 'em choppa style
Gon' and put a cig
'em know your next move
Don't you know Bad Boys move in silence and violence?
Take it from your highness (uh-huh)
I done squeezed mad clips at these
neva put in work
Woot de woot said he gone spin on who
I bet i get em first
He gon wind up in a hearse
Tell that boy go back to church
No nine to five we
Nabisco. Brim low, all I can see is my flow. What's up Chicago? What's up New Orleans? And if ya strapped squeeze.
And tell the fuck nigga please, nigga
goin fly bout it
Send em to the sky bout it
Tell the truth why you lie bout it
Murder on my mind death around the corner I ain't hiding from it
I love
Puna on the map
On the map, look
They sleeping on me let em nap
Shhh if you talk so loud
This the Puna Boy Anthem
I pour to this, ooo fill my cup to this
Puna on the map
On the map, look
They sleeping on me let em nap
Shhh if you talk so loud
This the Puna Boy Anthem
I pour to this, ooo fill my cup to this
Puna on the map
On the map, look
They sleeping on me let em nap
Shhh if you talk so loud
This the Puna Boy Anthem
I pour to this, ooo fill my cup to this
I'd be calling you right about now
Tell you stories of a pretty fine gal
Remind you of the things that your boy's into
How he looks and he acts
duffel is filled with money
You pop your lip and get ya man shot boy!
I make 'em lean and rock
Like Dem Franchise Boyz!
You couldn't joust wit me
Nigga
with a MAC-11
Had to tell these lil' niggas I'm ready
(bitch, I'm ready)
Yeah, said if they want it
We give 'em the blues
Before the night, he got his
[Verse 1]
Soulja Boy Tell Em.
Runnin With It.
Gotta Get A Black Mask,
Cant See Me, SouljaBoyTellEm.
Im On The Beat.
I'm Undefeat. Tid,
Did Yo
problems
Oh God, I tell 'em nigga you don't want these problems (I tell 'em)
You don't, you don't want these problems (I tell 'em), you don't want these
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
Relieve'em of they aggravation, take'em rollerskatin'
On them Dayton's, tell'em "Baby, stick with me, you goin' places"
Go replace'em, draw erase'em out my
Draco (Draco)
Soulja
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it (she made it clap, like pop that, haan)
She make it
you
I read the kids letters to Santa Claus I read 'em over one by
One
And I surely like to get my hands on the fella that said
Christmas shoppin's
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