Lyrics:
stop all dat talking
Bitch just roll my tree
Just bout that draco
got dat Soulja boy rite by my seat
Fuck these niggas mane
Dz niggas don't know bout
the greatest
Call up Soulja Boy tell 'em that we made it
Soulja Rees
When I'm in the premises
Smokin on this purple weed
Sittin by the dirty sea
The bayou
Welcome to lafourche
I been that dude
With the juice
Get
jus don't slip
Just got me a rental I'm bouta go smack tints
He ain't check my jacket he ain't see I was with it
My soulja told me hit 'em back in
just say that I'm an angelic rebel
Might just crank dat and you'll shit soulja boy tell em
I know I work for a blessing but it be in disguise
Standing
I'm showing 'em, knowing if it's a drag
That you hit it from the back and stroke
Left to the right keep it right on time
One time, two time
at on the map
Riding wit them grams on me got em in my culdesac
I'm on my FaceTime wit Mula spent a week inside the trap
That's the difference we want money all
I turn it out whenever I'm in the mix
I'm creeping with my secret and that's how I wanna keep it, peep this
If I hit this pussy you going tell
boy, boy, he need to understand
I'm tryin' let 'em live boy, boy, this is real ya' understand?
You need to stop playin' with me like that boy, boy
soulja boy
Got them sticks up in the club
Got them soldier toys (solider toys)
Yea
Knock 'em on they ass, on the shoulder boy
Yea
What you doing over her ,
I'm Lauryn Hillin 'em
I swear to god if I could
I'd never turn the page
Living the rest of my days on stage
Fucking with bitches that never age
I'm so
it,
Ooooo,
Boy that street life is too real,
Imma tell how it is,
Ain’t like nobody ain’t know,
Now a nigga wanna speak up,
Hell nawl hold ya peace,
I’m
streets
The world on my shoulders but ima soulja
Nigga play I make em fold up when choppas blow up
Gotta lil one want see him grow up a pick that pole up
my mama buried her jitt for?"
(why did mama bury her jitt for)
Man you can't tell a young nigga with no daddy that that nigga aint a big boy
(woo)
I
up, throw 'em up)
What? What? What? What? (Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up)
I'm a down south nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a west coast nigga
boy to that corporate money (money), big choppa, I'm walkin' funny (funny)
Money talk but you ain't talkin' money, you ain't even got no corporate
slow boy
See me in the club surrounded by a bunch of dope boys
Designer all up on my pants
She think I'm a dope boy
Throwin' money while she dance
She
count that
Hop all off then I bounce back, got 'em looking a wolf pack outback
I'm from where them GOAT GOAT, shout that
Ask Master P, I'm bout that
Kansas (brr, brr)
This that Wraith talk (Wraith)
Mil' talk, all in the safe, talk (safe)
Ain't worried 'bout no nigga
Introduce 'em to K talk (K)
of civillians
Tell 'em I'm chilling with Patron on ice
And my home on ice, and my neck on ice
Lo-lo-lo-look at my ring, I'm a hustler string
You should learn
brudda caught a case
I'll see em by July
Yea
I'm waisting it down
Still don't know when I come down
Say she wanted love
I'm in love with my life
Boy I
feeeeel gooood!]
I've lived in a tent with all my shit inside a bindle boy
Rose up from the gutter, now I'm eating tenderloin
Pretending that I'm Fry
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
day
I'm trying to tell em' but these bitches got to learn the hard way
Pistol play warned from the hallway
AK spray now yo ass all taint
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