Lyrics:
time I did shit to fuck ya like you was mine
Turn tha ghetto bitch boss & let her floss
It don't make dollars it don't make sense dat pussy cost
Break it
fruity
Dick in the booty, my pants is Ksubi
Boy's watch is foolish, bitch work at Hooters
They said I couldn't do it
Tell 'em I do this
They boy alley oop
off in da party and im bout da get loose dey hollin soulja boy tell'em gon hit Dat 1,2
Chorus 2x:
Ahhhh yuh snap and roll yuh snap and roll yuh
bag it up, sell it
Aroma so loud, so loud that you can smell it
Death to them niggas getting caught go and tell it
Every time I turn around, y'all got
ain't hard to tell
The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up
Not stories by Aesop
Place your loot up, parties I shoot up
Nas, I analyze,
over here, tell em get like this
Standin' in' the trap with my lil' young jits
Gettin' off sacks, what you know about this 'bout this
Now it's
to remind me
Like a silly joke, or somethin' on the TV
Boy it ain't easy
When I hear our song
I get that same ol' feeling
Wish I could press rewind
Turn
In the fights they had he'd cover up his ears
Thought big boys don't cry, fight back all the tears
Mamma'd use her makeup to hide the bruises
nigga too comfortable
When you stand on nation business real niggas look up too you
On my Soulja swagga jakkin you bussing my brudda move
Jus tell em
I want you to feel
But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you
To just believe this is real
So I, let go, watching you, turn your back
a you-turn, come back and get served nigga
For the women, it don't matter how loud they blouse get
But men, the wrong color outfit, could get your mouth split
fight
I can tell, I just know that it's going down
Tonight
At the door, we don't wait 'cause we know them
At the bar, six shots just beginnin'
That's
(Pump it up, home boy)
(Pump it up, home boy)
Knowledge'll begin until I finish this song
'Cause the rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme goes
and Too $hort raps
Oakland, California that's where I'm from
The city where the boys say you don't want none
But if you do, I'm gonna tell you this
(
Tauheed Epps
Yeah
Pray for our sins, I
Pray for our souls, the
Tears that we're cryin'
Let 'em all be forgiven
Let it all be forgiven (When your
and it will come to you
And soon as you no longer try, you'll turn and find it standing by your side
Don't forget it, when you let it, it'll come to you
that I lost that smoke
I had the feds tryna swipe for my prints (ah, ah)
When I think it's run those
When I rise, I'm brushin' my teeth (turn)
I run
it
I can't leave 'em alone
I tried that good boy game
But the dope boy's turning me on
It's just that he know what I want
So bad, I love that, I can't
to sad thoughts that are maddening?
Do I sit here and try to stand it?
Or do I try to catch 'em red-handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness?
(Pump it up, home boy)
(Pump it up, home boy)
Knowledge'll begin until I finish this song
'Cause the rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme goes
rehabilitate 'em, that's the sheriff's story
So what's left, the judge goes deaf
When you try to tell your side
And you ain't blue eyed
Boy you better duck
a second time to photobomb it
I live by a code of demonic, Illuminati, Obama, Hovanomics
Hold up, hurdles in life, I hop in a Turbo and roll around 'em
the leaves turn brown
Every turn of the wheel seemed to tell him son you gone and let us down
Won't you come on home boy
He walked up to the cabin as it
hard to find me 'cause nigga I'm shinin'
I ain't got to tell these boys, they know I'm shinin'
I ain't got to tell my goons turn up, they bother you
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