Lyrics:
you get that? Where you get that? Where you get that?
I wanna buy it
I wanna spend it
Boy you ain't got it, boy you be trippin'
Boy you be trippin'
Boy
for the line I don't gotta ask for what, he know what he doing
Rule number 1 don't tell these bitches you love em, you do it that shit a mistake
Rule
on your own
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, you can tell by the tone
Gotta lotta women waitin' by they phone all alone
But I'm here for ya
When I get
feeding leaches that's eatin'
Then that could really begin to put a dent in expenses
Then again, Em, you'll be paying for this bill
Because we all can tell
Headlines when them white boys get to pay a fine
Never rapin' women, keep it on some player time
Facts, hate and pray you catch a heart attack
Headshot,
this, or you can get wit that,
you probably won't get wit this click, 'cause um, this where the gangstaz
at,
it's a real deal bitch, the real
her into a Soulja
(That’s my luh Soulja)
Imma bad nigga no good for her and she know it
(baby girl you know it)
It be all good till she ask me where
don't care
He'll have that red shit pourin' out your hair
Nigga, any fuckin' time nigga, any fuckin' where
Make 'em bleed is the motto that I live by
disparity, match our hustle, we exude success
Attack us mentally, that's that energy kings get trapped into
Therefore I'm done promoting the dumb shit
I'll
won't see him
Lay back and chill, get to that money, boy Do your dirt alone, don't be no runner, boy
We wanted money no fame, dats what we comin' for
Nah Shootout Ayye, Nah Shootout Ayyee,
Nah Shootout Ayyee, Nah Shootout Ayyee
(Soulja Boy Tell Em)
[Verse 1:]
Its time to do my dance, pullin up my
Aye
They already know
What it is
Aye smokeeez
Smoke smoke
They all call me
Soulja from that 192
#ERSHAY
BELCYDE
ORANGELINE
LET EM KNOW!
It’s that 92
tell em' that ain't all you can
Do
Tell em'.........
I can hoist a jack and I can lay a track I can pick and shovel too.
Ain't no machine can
if she can squirt with that
If niggas want smoke them tell 'em pull where the Burple at
Can't go public with a nigga, I'll make his ass famous
Love me
Going out for a quick piss with the boys
Would you join us? (Nah, I don't fuck with that noise)
But you should though, cause we cool as fuck
Just kidding,
nigga, where I reside
Where them hoes get down, niggas run down
Click, clack, pow,? the sound
You better get down, nigga
Give me my crown, I'm the best in
the fuck shit
TBG mob, KoK squad, my soulja won't fold
These niggas be actin' like hoes, that's why I got mines out the bowl
You niggas are not on that fuck
nigga, that my boy (boy, yeah)
We gon' ball if she get my boys (yeah)
Yeah, fuck that bitch if you ain't my boy (fuck that bitch if you ain't my boy
gotta be the same cats
I can tell by they strange acts
When they mumble to each other
Like Milan they run for cover
New 'cause this bitch that I
snoop d-o double-g
(See you niggas on)
Cause my life's worth more than
The money that ya' live and die for
And where I'm from my nigga you get shot
For
this, or you can get wit that,
you probably won't get wit this click, 'cause um, this where the gangstaz
at,
it's a real deal bitch, the real
, tell em, tell em, what
Tell em, tell em, tell em, yeah
Tell em, tell em, tell em
By my side I always knew, there'd be someone like you
Who would see me
granny ain’t shit
Your cousin, and your crusty future husband ain’t shit (Hey, you ain’t shit)
[Crank That]
Soulja boy, tell ‘em
Why you always lyin’ fo’
That yah boy gotta shine
Straight from the Chi city
Everybody ride with me
And you see the same questions and
I gotta teach the lesson
This some, this
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