Lyrics:
dem take that back
My young boy kway tryna make it back
I'm telling her snap me an make it clap
She telling me sub to her only Fans
Why them man tryna
with joy
I could buy what you desire
Holler at your boy
My fingers snap
Oh
I do my dance
Oh
I got big bank rolls
So shorty get low
And we can do it
em like a Soulja
Keep on floating By
I'm the chosen child
Thas I'm asking why
So I can take your pain
And turn it into mine
Man I don't mind
I got
You know Eminem has a choppy flow
Down go the mumble rappers like a domino, off we go
Into this traffic, it’s stop and go,
Rock and roll
Dissed em
my fantasy
Wanna be her rapper
She’s like candy
See the way she got the fellas running running running
Snap of the fingers
Got em coming coming coming
Yeah, Uh huh
Sub Z in the buildin'
Castro
Damn who's that chick you got over there?
Na it's a lil chick, boy, she bad as fuck?
Aye
Man go ahead
me
You could lose yo whole family trying to roll with me
Chorus x1
[Soulja Slim]
Now I know you don't want none of them boys
lucky)
Funny watchin' two niggas beef that could hardly fight
Like Soulja Boy gettin' pepper sprayed by Charleston White
Can't forget about the Super
it's a real deal b****, the real s***, there's no gimmicks,
Suave House, an the 504 Boys courtesy of No Limit, hit em up.
Get down, feel the ground,
coupe you bitch
Play boy
(Chorus)
{Mannie Fresh}
I'ma get it how I live and by me a quater
And put about 10 inches up in somebody daughter
I'm M.F.
write only the truth, speak only to you
So if I tell you to say somethin' then you know what to do
I got rhymes, keep 'em comin', they never stop
I
like a snackpack
Turn 'em all to dust, tell Thor bring the broom back
No sunscreen all the boys got a burnt back
Hoes lookin' like ducks, they will only
cant spend
I cant loose boy ima win
Its a party let em in
She gon strip for me full send
Prada sneaks don't rock no vans
Im too real I cant pretend
black lives matter
Weak stomach, flow make 'em throw up
Steppin' stones, I'm your stepfather
Tell Tyler, better step his flow up
Mix the pour up with
Readin' Pimp
Playa-istic shit
By dino boys
Tryin' to get these hoes for every nook & cranny
And make 'em join
The winning team
Ain't nothin'
a peak
It's not realistic, you're just gonna fail
It's all up to me at the end of the day, I'll
Try keep 'em open, they just snap shut
Tryna get to the top
the back seat
Riding wit' the dope boy! (I'm a dope boy wit a guitar)
Tell 'em if they looking for me
I'm on the road to the next city
Riding wit' the dope
Ride wit' the band in the back seat
Riding wit' the dope boy! (I'm a dope boy wit a guitar)
Tell 'em if they looking for me
I'm on the road
rich as hell, you can tell by my new fit, boy
Yeah, you fucked that bitch, but she still gon' eat my dick, boy
If I shed a tear, tell the bro to shoot
way for you
Would you mind, if I make, you my two
Tell me why, would you choose, to live your life without me
Shawty I know you want someone (Oh oh)
want you to roll thick with us let's ride
[Mayz]
What's up miss thang, tell me what's your name
Coke throwin', I'm that rugged brother Mayz with
Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (Statik)
I swear I love my city, I just want less (Statik)
See me, they salute me, they ain't
shirts, socks and sandels
Keep the God in me, the Hova Ja knew Allah in me
Ball wit' me, don't tell 'em who saw when 'bout to squall wit' me
Fall wit'
Better tell em I hate to lose
I paid my dues
Never been a fraud
You don't want smoke out here
Don't choke out here
Don't get involved
Sucka shit boy I
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