Lyrics:
a criminal
'Cause every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal
I don't gotta say a word
on them pills
Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe
Chose come up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got
the bitch
Did shit to him so we on you that's when that fucking cycle hit
Gun slinging lover boy he on some murder shit
And you just getting by don't think
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
bought him
Glu’, I don’t dance for ‘em
You laugh, I stand taller
True clown vs profound - Smack
This a bad offer
Put your mans in front of laughter
And it
shit
Yeah
Fuck it man I'm gettin bands in this bitch
Y'all be on that broke boy If I'm a mad shit
Yeah
By God I don't hit that shit
But I might win some
Aye
Umm umm
Huh
Umm umm
Huh
Umm umm
It's Deezy
Umm umm
Aye cooks tell them niggas stop playin with us niggas
Aye
Bihh it's Deezy boy
You better stay
ye yeuhhh
I got 3 to da dome
Freaky lil bih in my home (yeah)
U know we get along
Got tarot cards up on tha lawn
Got lv shades I put em on
Mean mug
betta get back (baow)
Call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady (Brady)
Niggas get no bread 'cause they lazy (lazy)
Tell Dread, "Lift 'em, if that nigga
plays fuck me
Kick 'em out when they try to get touchy
Qb/Southside, if you wanted to Trestle
Man your man is hot
You don't wanna get next to
Like 50's
them Filas cause my cousin pack them heaters
We don't wife 'em like Khalifa, we just party then we leave 'em
Tell 'em that we hittin', we don't really
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
people, shoutout to Nigeria
Doing what I want, I'm free like, I did not kill em
I got the vision, I'm Superman ohh, Soulja boy tell em
Osmanli in this
gotta chill
Huh huh, Oh they mad, huh, tell me how you feel
I go Soulja on the motor watch I crank the throttle
Claim he got the juice but how cause I
and
Passive aggressive is not who I am
Soulja Boy Tell Em' I'm doing my dance
I'm with the band
Rollin' like rocks
Taking my loss
Turn em' to wins
Fly out
really in the trenches
Real fucking dope boy
Move packs
You don't know about the struggle
Just watch me relax
Still get the dope boy
Can't act
You can keep
curves (oh yeah)
Don't be mad you got some nerve
You gotta feel like he really wanna get it
If he with it then you get em and go, go
Just put it
get it while these haters just talk
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north
Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south
(Still breaking
a bitch with the fire pussy, that Hellcat (Fire)
J Soulja the mogul go run and tell that
I took some L's back to back but I'm cool J
Number two was just
with law they
Cross that line get fucking knocked
But I don't get mad I just get paper
See me fresh in DTS laughing like hi hater
I tap on the gas
son like Janet
Fly cause I'm in it
You looking
Like you need a minute
Peso then say so
Same pace so tell em boys
Fuck out my face yo
Hardly ever touch
on the Chasers, definitely get busy
We get money, stay a hundred
We don't never keep it 50
And we don't cosign no rats over here, my G
On scopes on them straps over
riding in my two door, running from cops, I'm by my lonely
You see how I shine, boy just tell me how bad you want it
I'm like go and get that sack
Go
livin poor
Got me thinkin on a made level
Shootin my gauge to get paid
A fuckin crazed devil
Mad shit from here to there
Day by day
Year
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