Lyrics:
is fat and all that
Pack smack, jaw crack, after that
Can I get my balls back?
Nigga don't front, just pass the blunt
I freak the funk for the trunks
ya have
But I don't want a one night thrill
I want a love that's for real
And I can tell by your line, your's is not the lasting kind
You took me
to switch the hue 'cause them LA boys smuggy
But more likely to get hurt by somebody who love me
My lady, she don't trust me (nah), know I'm a sick puppy
collectin'
My issue you neglectin', seem to me you disrespectin'
Boy don't play with my pape's 'cause I'ma gon' spray where you stay
Pull out that K in
Glocks, they big as hell
Fuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell
Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail
YoungBoy
Astro on the beat!
Nigga just woke up with it
Fresh out the bed watch me turn my swag on
Like I'm SouljaBoy tell em' who did it
Brodie bought
up
Don't be a pri- (hey), Madonna, uh
You gotta get 'em a, hop
Tick tock tick tock tick tock
That's right, keep it up, keep it up
Don't be a pri-
to be a killer (New York Stand Up)
You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the booth nigga)
You ain't hungry
Matter of fact I don't want you in my
Now break his legs, arms, neck (yea).
[Chorus]
(Soulja boy tell em)
(S.O.D. money gang entertainment)
(I present to you the show stoppas)
(When
and the pain
("Don't get too close because
You might get shot, boy")
Years and years of that rough life
Runnin' crazed and wild as a kid
And growin' tough with
don't you kick me one of them funky-ass beats?
My boy my boy my boy Ice Cube
Yo we got my homeboy Eazy E in de house
Won't you tell 'em what your name
Baby, it's disrespectful
Baby, it's disrespectful (yeah)
(Let's go, ah, yeah)
Yeah
Woah there, boy, don't go there, boy
Tell me how they 'posed
of cash can get a nigga bag
But that don't make you big and bad, just mean you rich and mad
Nigga, your pillow soft, so kill the boss talk
Me to you's
know it made you sick
And now you're, actin raw but you never had war
Don't know how to carry your hoes, wanna marry your ho
Now she's mad at me cause
don't f*** the same chicks
'Cause it's levels to this s***
Lil n**** we don't get the same paper, you a motherf***in' hater
Boy it's levels to this
and get me
But I don't blame em cause they know I got a bunch of thug niggas with me
Lookin for trouble, starting s**t
I'm ridin solo and I'm bustin
Strip to Detroit
Say hip-hop only destroy
Tell em' look at me, boy!
I hope your son don't have a gun and never be a D-boy
Alright, already the show
and ride to get it
I'm a nigga that made it up from the bottom, I'm a always get into a lil' drama
Y'all don't know what it means to be a rider, gotta deal
a video and the women want they cameo
I just want them pantyhose and I'm higher than Geronimo
And I got them tools, tell them boys it could get mechanical
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight
But I cannot, baby girl, and that's the issue
Girl, you know
know how to act they understudy
Came with my slime, hide yo girl cuz we get thuggee
I'm a pretty boy but don't think it won't get ugly
I make em you
Just
cowards fuck my world up
If I was you, I would duck, or get struck like lightening,
Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point 'em' skyward uh
stop? When will I knock the crap off?
Hailie, tell 'em, baby
My dad's lost it
There's really nothin' else to say, I, I can't explain it
I think my
"Hey, tell this jerk to take a hike
There's somethin' 'bout that boy I don't like"
"Well, sugar, he don't mean the things he said"
"Just get him outta
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