Lyrics:
bring the plan back to my team, tell 'em go wild
God body, my physique, and my profile
I did every single goal that I wrote down, checked it off it's
bitin' ass
Neck, ears, hands, legs, eatin' ass
Your pussy's too good, I need to crash
Your titties, let 'em out, free at last
Thank God almighty, they
(that's right)
Once I get my hands on you
Love me, love me, love me sex machine
Ooh, boy, I love you so
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go (tell 'em
pull timbaland trample 'em, then we pull the cats in them,
Lean back 'cause I aint ever worry, see I'm forever glory, smackin' up any chick in my
the crown back
Brownbag days ovah take dat to da bank
Ol Archie Manning tell em This ain't ya daddy saints
Tom Benson give a Benz to Drew Brees
Ray Nagin
wit a dick
Quick 30 shots it took a piss
But Soulja boy tell em bitch
Don't become a victim bitch
I'm quick to delete sum lil bitch
Man fuck dat lets
on no Twitter, I be go on a niggas
I'ma make you be a gangster, bring the ho out niggas
I'm bumpin' Slaughter Gang, 21, back when I was 21
Drive-bys
I'll bring you sunshine
I'm Santa's helper and I've got your back
All my love is gift-wrapped
Don't be scared, I'm by your side
I'm Santa's helper,
wanna cross the line
An' I don't wanna have to tell ya twice
An' Trick, are O see bring trouble your way
W A to the why, tell 'em
Means that don't show
thugs out to the pre
I don't know if you want me get dem out side
I pray
Hey yo check this out right
You tell 'em to come through bring them to me
Jack jack.. YEAH!
Put em up! Put em up!
Yo yo.. JT Money!
Throw em up! Throw em up!
JT Money!
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya (Joe Nutty who 'dat
woke
Someone tell 'em that he's broke
Someone tell 'em that the boy done seen a mill at 24
In Australia for a show
You in Shoreditch doing coke
I
and locked
You's a beat biter
A Pac style taker
I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alizé with a chaser
About to get
the back
I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at
Ridin', pass by while these niggas wonder why
I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's
em on)
I take em off I get in and put em right back on
You'll never catch yo boy without his stunnas on
Big whips or rocks we goin' get 'em
Loose
, you're a rockstar
My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is
I'm sayin' hit the road Hack
For the hook
I'll play it by the book
For the track
I'll bring it back
Look out:
slow
And for show y'all know
Misdemeanor got 'em by the neck low
Ice cold heart like zero below
If you wanna battle me then playa say so
[Chorus]
[Soulja Boy Verse]
wuz goin on these niggaz out here wildin
They Don't want won't beef, better run to police.
Better yet man you better keep quiet.
down get down, if you ain't 2 fingers peace
You can tell by the car we's some good [unverified] stars
Quarter backin', mackin' hoes pullin' ass from
Diddy]
Well it seems like our bad boys have theirselves in a bit of a jam
Seems like Bristal got his back up against the wall
Well let's see how Rob be
hit da floor I see you stayin on yo grind
I watch you twirk it baby drop dat thang 2 da floor
Now tell a friend dat dis yo song grl bend yo back low
She
Somebody gon' get they ass kick
Somebody gon' get they wig split
Somebody gon' get they ass kick
Somebody gon' get they wig split
Beat 'em up,
the DB?s tell ?em, Wacko lookin' for ?em
I got some dro, I got some change, I got some pussy for ?em
If they ask you where I'm at, I'm in the Melph pickin'
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