Lyrics:
a call
I could Move through a room full of volters... NICE
And I still turn heads pultagice
Rock a cold chain
Neck full of Soulja ice
You young boys should
grab the mic, these boys be like he gon' show off
And every time I put the mic down, them boys say man that boy show off
He go off I'ma let these boys
the telly
takin to my celly, put out the order
and tell 'em bust it in ya mother fuckin belly
Ain't you ready?
If the world should end again, I don't really
this car give me my evidence
Oh you mad now you can get redder than
But we in public you lucky I'm relevant
Soulja Boy Soulja Soulja Boy tellin em
I do
rappin' when you were in jammies
Mel Gibson flow, Lethal Weapon, book 'em, Danny
I'm a monster, I tell you, Monster Wayne
I have just swallowed the key
rappin' when you were in jammies
Mel Gibson flow, Lethal Weapon, book 'em, Danny
I'm a monster, I tell you, Monster Wayne
I have just swallowed the key
liek lebron
Chase down liek lebron (yeuh uhh)
I-I got tha wock in my backpack
I feel liek soulja boy kno that I crank dat
Whippin mclaren (woo0oo0o) u
tryna get blow
Nigga, fuck the club, I hit a lot and let a bitch know
Four hoes ain't enough, tell em get six mo'
Strap it up, let a bitch ride it like
really sluttin' her
Grammer so screet, cambleton east Atlanta
Pull up in that yellow thang
I put rims on everythang
Pull up on'em like dranks on me
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
watch your playe im in the stu im tryna crash a 808 they want me dead i tell em try dont get shit twisted we put niggas in the sky i wonder why i haven’t
cause of status and props
Sucking and fucking, loving it when I put tha dick up inside her
Can't help it if she yellin' with a ridah
Oh is that your
Doll then, Soulja Boy Tell 'Em we got one
No, I can't fit it in my pocket
Got a quarter million cash, I can't fit it in my pocket
Me and Asian Doll
Heard that pussy talkin' loud (huh?)
Well, fuck it, I'ma let him hang (dudu, duh)
I feel like Soulja Boy 'cause bitch
I just bought me some Bathing Ape
niggas be faker than wrestling
I put that boy on a stretcher, ayy, ayy (boom)
Uh, I'm applying pressure
Big Draco and me nigga, I'll snatch your
jamel my nigga
I can tell you right quick I been through hell my nigga
Can you imagine looking at your kids and tell em you failed my necca
And I started
hurt murked put 'em in the dirt
Boy you better catch me first
So you finally get hurt murked put 'em in the dirt
Boy you better catch me first
(I
it,
Ooooo,
Boy that street life is too real,
Imma tell how it is,
Ain’t like nobody ain’t know,
Now a nigga wanna speak up,
Hell nawl hold ya peace,
I
Haters crossing me get bodied, where em like a necklace
Fuck fame. I want the Money, Power and Respect first
Aye, let's go
I'm reppin hard for that Texas
Draco
This your boy Soulja Boy, man (Soulja Boy Tell 'Em)
It's Big Draco by the way (Souja)
You already know what's goin' on (yeah)
Yes, sir,
I put the city on something
That's different
We pulled up with gorillas
Behind us bookoo bitches
Giggling trying to whisper
Caught one taking
at the green light go gettin money just to blow
I get tah ridin' in them Lac's , don't
Leave the crib without something that click clacks
Hit my boy on his
[Soulja Rap:]
She bad, like a student in detention
Walk inside the club and my chain just glistenin
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em yeah I got Chris wit me
I bet
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fucking like no other
Don't you tell 'em what we do
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