Lyrics:
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Nigga my heart beat slow & pump blood
Souljas been around wit before they had thugs
I'm gonna give it 2 ya raw I'm gon' tell it like it is
I'm
comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by
for me when I'm on my knuckles
Quick to tell a nigga, "fuck 'em," I come up from nothin'
Bad dreams, heart cold, sick of lookin' out
Best niggas slow
them girls that be ridin' dutty
The ones that like to keep the D up inside 'em now
So many girls off up in the mall boy a nigga be in the club (oh!)
think that hard
I’m so real keep a 5th it’s all camo no flauge
Now lemme tell you bout this straight dawg
Keep that boy there on a leash
All I know
comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by
Niggas in camp (camp)
I've been reppin' the town, holdin' it down
Through it all still stayed solid
Tell 'em if they had a problem with it
Should've
up, tell a man hold up
Looking like something out of Bad Boys 2
Bad boy Gs in a bad boy shoot (shoot)
You are not a bad boy, move
Shut down shows
day, yeah, I swear that boy be dead by the mornin' (blah, blah, blah, blah)
We don't give a fuck, got extra bullets, we'll let your buddy come join you
ain't wanna look out for my children
Matter fact, I'm back, I been gettin' stats
Don't fuck with 'em, tell 'em let's do it
Turn boys to men, I'ma get
a fetus
Na I don't need your rap bars on my remix
Turn Soulja Boy tell ’em
Into Soulja Boy teethless
Ask about the kid, JID, older boys preaching
Teaching
shit up on the map, 'cause' ATL is where I be
I got my gurl Aisha and the Princess on a shoppin' spree
I get 'em for they goodies, and get richer ain't
where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down
Tell me he want smoke, 187, that's that same shit
.357 send you to heaven, knock out your brain
that you can do for 'em, you feel me
So I just tell 'em please don't act like act, no
All my niggas we the same, please don't act like that
Please
shit up on the map, 'cause' ATL is where I be
I got my gurl Aisha and the Princess on a shoppin' spree
I get 'em for they goodies, and get richer ain't
packin'
Stick to my money like a loyal sidekick
Spoil my chick, tell her don't trip, I got it
Spree shoppin', she chew me like Trident, act like a bitch
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
my lil' soulja there
Bitch, it's over, I thought I told you that
Ayy, you too messy, why you posting that?
I can really tell them boys to spin that
the VIP
My money can't fit in clips
I tell the hoes when they strip
That they can play with my clit
Ooooh
Boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, lotta boobs
(That's what you'll hear me say, boy every dayyyyyyyy)
[Verse Two]
I knew she had potential, to be a real player
Get paid up the ass by a millionaire
many thick fees I see
Getting bubbly waitin' for Stokes and T, I spit a little game at three
Tryin' to talk up on the shoppin' spree
Or a be of that
(Huncho made this)
By myself, I done been through this shit all alone (alone)
Could have been gave up, I stayed strong
Baby, I just want your
Bags cheap, I get 'em gone, can't tell you who I get 'em from
I been goin' crazy in my city, turned into the plug
Lamborghini boys, we the ones who
to my deposit
Can't let a bitch tell me how to get it who ain't got shit
Plus I got the keys to the street, I'm like a locksmith
I drop shit 'cause I'm
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