Lyrics:
to the cliff just like a Dell
She said she don't regret it so I said I'd never tell
You wanna party till the sundown
Praying there's no comedown
And the boy you
see 'em it's on sight
I caught your lil lady down bad and ride her like a bike
No cap, uh huh, no cap (hey)
I'm fresh as fuck, I tell that bitch I
to reasure
Well, she's that girl in a moviescreen
The center spread of a magasine
I've got to tell'em like it is
She's my Candy Cane Twist
In the early
who trippin'
Now ain't nobody trippin' cause the shit got too serious
My little niggas too serious it ain't no fear in 'em
Ops pop up like ads one click
of the day, the mani pedi was aight (Mani)
I could see it in her face
She gonna wanna up the price (Up)
We was friends in the day
That always changes by
friends open
Hot boy summer
Steady loading
Baby wanna bust it
Bend it over
Now she clinging on a nigga nuts
Hold em
Got them titties on fleak
Spilled
like beef when it's actual
I love how niggas talk that shit when
You know you ain't catching 'em
Man, racist on your page
You should be on Key & Peele
Is
got diamond plaques
Please don't play your shit around me that shit kinda wack
Gotta tell my boys to chill out they just might attack
Snatch a chain up
Five milli in the bank with a couple stashes
Boy, I been mastered it, why they just catchin' on to this shit?
I done had up and downs like that
hand
The definition of being a Soulja
Move like a loners
Cookin this homer
She got that Marge
Plenty of head
That’s what i need so i tell her come over
oh so unique
But the clothes that we wear
Are getting mirrored everywhere
In the morning light
She will realize
That I'm not the kind of boy
That she
Last Christmas I went up in niceville, for a little vacation,and ah, boy I love Shania Twain, boy I tell you what,she makes me hornier than a retard
bullshit
Who bought 'em that bullshit? Your mom and them?
She probably mad, 'bout to whup your ass for not again
But don't feel bad, you just tryin'
ever tell a millimeter killer
Quit it, Bitch!
[Chorus]
Off the hook, stalking in clubs
Tossing em' walkin' in blood
Barking that rogue dog shit
that
She gon' get some cash!
Look, fill it up one more 'gain
Get that shit crack-a lackin'
Tell her to back it up
Suck a nigga like Dracula
And now she
Niggas keep sayin they gon' heat me up
Talkin that shit like they gon' lay me down
But when I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggas really don't
wrong, can you please tell me what I did?
Can' take this shit nomo, I'm tryna forget that bitch
You ain't never had to ride round town with that choppa
Boy
Blake
Swimming in it like a fish in a lake
Yo gotti ask em pick up the rakes
My bish bad and she got the cake
Tell em get it straight
Or eliminate
Shit I
Thirties on the Chevy, my nigga, plus it's a box (go)
You should know me and sharp shooters sponsored by Fox
Split that money up in eight ways like I'm
Because it's they decision
Why they got the bottles and models around 'em thizzin'? (Why?)
Because they make a living
Why they staring at us like all
Get em up like
A bay bay thats what we say when we pull up in them trucks
Tell my label to cut the check I'ma gone spend it up
On the Bentley painted
bruh
The way I'm sitting cozy on the beat like its a sofa
I spit the facts real watch me tellem like I’m soulja boy
I hit the track with conviction
even rap
Yo mack load
With flame from a spawning of
Hauntings that aren't me
Even with my damn eyes open
Yeah, it's like my own never never land
Smokin'
really trust that nigga
You don't even wanna fuck that nigga
Run that check up, pull your dress up
He ain't like me, tell him back up
She go crazy
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