Lyrics:
the morning
The world is waking up, you can hear the pigeons yawning
I'ma get that worm now, tell 'em it's my turn now
Y'all niggas need a lesson on some
trophies, but where do I sit 'em? (Woo)
I was born to rock a crown, h- yeah, I knocked it down
Holy water, n-, but out here, we turn to brown (Jesus)
dick
Yeah I like them balls you be shooting them bricks
Fuck you in the game for?
Bitch we up three-zip and it's Game 4
Tell 'em listen, couple bad
look back or I turn to salt
Got nice watches nice cars nice bitches and rings
Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things
Can't relate
a light.
The night got deathly quiet and his face lost all expression.
He said: "If you're gonna play the game, boy, you better learn to play it right."
with a real nigga
Say V-12 turn her on, ex-boyfriend won't leave her alone
She livin' in the past, tryna move it on, just need one day with me alone
through the Zoo.
It's very fancy
On old Delancey
Street you know.
The subway charms us so,
When balmy breezes blow
To and fro.
And tell me what
[Soulja Boy Verse]
wuz goin on these niggaz out here wildin
They Don't want won't beef, better run to police.
Better yet man you better keep quiet.
Yo these stories I spit, I seen 'em I wrote 'em
Like a teen that was boastin, "La Vida Loca" in
In his dream I awoke him, the Beamer I drove it
It was
through the Zoo.
It's very fancy
On old Delancey
Street you know.
The subway charms us so,
When balmy breezes blow
To and fro.
And tell me what
And everyone I know wants to go there too
But when I ask them how to do it they seem so confused
Do I turn to the left?
Do I turn to the right?
When I
monkey bars to a chimpanzee, nigga
But you never know what you never know
Nigga sell you coke and it wasn't coke
Hang 'em off the building and let 'em
Headin' out on some uncharted path
You soon turn back
It happens time and time again
You never seem to reach the end
Someone's out there
and wonder what I signed for
Oh now you hatin' D.T.P., 'cause we got the game sowed
Bottom line you gotta problem, tell it to my 9 hoe
Fuck ya boy, hit
seein' in
It's Con and Meth, spread the word, boy, you seein' 'em
No seein' 'em, these rappers in the scope, you'll never see an M
Killa Bees back in
changed
But the fucking bank account, any any any amount
Nigga it's unlimited, I'm aiming while you're screaming bitch
It's Soulja tell 'em remenice about
and this my year
Na this my mellineum i got em
Soulja Boy Tell Em' That the name on my colladids
i sit back if a nigga disrespect
then he diseased RIP
rest
quiet
And his face lost all expression
Said, "If you're gonna play the game, boy
You gotta learn to play it right
You've got to know when to hold
sound hot
'Cause if you ain't a perfect ten, my sign is stop
It's twenty mother-crooked-fuckin' styles in 'em
Like women in denim, I'm in 'em for
pretty women
You know, he's gonna make 'em jump and shout
The whole wide world gonna wonder
What it's all about
Yeah, you know I'm here
that are callin' me out by name
I got a reason to believe I ain't glory-bound anyway
And if you're readin' this letter, tell my mother and my brother
Selassie I leave em terrified, what me say
Boy you better put on the wings of de morning and fly
There is no escape from King Selassie I
Flying
boots and a woman who
Shoots everytime you shuffle out
The stage door and darling Jesse
Do you know what it's all for? Ah Jesse
Your manager brought by
ain't saying no names
But you know what I'm saying
I can tell it by the way that you move
Calling all the cuties to the floor right now
It's a lot
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