Lyrics:
(Hey baby, you wanna go out?)
(You wanna go out honey?) Flossy B
(Spend any money?) You see this bitch here?
(Come here cutie) Man
(Hey, come
it and glock and um cocking it gettin hot by da minute.
Soulja boy tell em I?m all about cheddar folk icey
new chevy same color as antelope.
I?m sick
[Talk:]
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em!
Hey, when they ask me what I do, I say iDance!
iDance!
iDance!
iDance!
I lean, I rock, I jig, I youl, I snap, I pop,
don't drop the bomb on me
Drop the bomb on 'em
I don't want no doggone beef, see
Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me
Boy, I'm the real McCoy, you
I been a
Soulja Boy
Yup in my
White T
Get a stain
Off in that bitch
I Buy a new pack
Next week
No Gucci Mane
But the lemonade
Make a Nigga squeeze
before my Y (might not never, haan)
Even my abuela know that (let's get 'em Mixx)
Let's go (let's go), we take a trip to the opps (we take a what?)
ps they want 10 acres
Say u my bro but you really a hater
Cut that boy off tell em chaz see you later
Words is weapons but I rather have a MAC-10
they ask me 'bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs
I just tell 'em it's what I do (it's what I do)
It's what I do, hey, it's what I do
I'm-I'm-I'm connected everywhere (that's the homie)
Everywhere I go all of the people know my name
It's ya big homie Snoopy, just tell 'em you with me
I
it
Drunk an eighth then I drop dead I don't think that they know I'm on it
The red light I got stopped there I could tell 12 by only
Showed 'em my
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
mama
And sing Hit 'Em Up to my Daddy bitch ass
(O oh)
Police pull up, swallow the evidence (Hey)
Then walk off like George Jefferson (Hey)
Its Tunechi
kinda loud from the muffler
Like DAMN when I profile at the Rucker
Bitches (Got Game), I'm (Above the Rim)
Call my gun Magnolia Soulja Slim
Do "The Freak"
to 'caine
Not what B-dawg said, I respect the game
G-D's, vice lords, crips the same
And I know you're 'bout to say this off the chain
Tell 'em fake
to 'caine
Not what B-dawg said, I respect the game
G-D's, vice lords, crips the same
And I know you're 'bout to say this off the chain
Tell 'em fake
Soulja Boy Tell'em with a brand new mac eleven
N***a try me man I'm rockin' gucci sweaters
Louis on my head BLVD is getting money
N***az hatin' on me
Too many whips at the crib, ran out of parking spaces (damn)
And I only like blue cash, I'm money racist (Franks)
I call my G-Wagen Soulja Boy, watch
(thug)
Every block boy needs a little love (little love)
If he put it down, I'ma pick it up, up, up (hey, hey)
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up in a truck
Got
(thug)
Every block boy needs a little love (little love)
If he put it down, I'ma pick it up, up, up (hey, hey)
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up in a truck
Got
Soulja Boy Tell Em
Ya know what it is man
Turn my swag on man
Time to hit my bird walk man
[Chorus x2]
Watch me hit my bird walk
Watch me hit
now
Fuck Soulja Boy
Dog I heard that shit at Ice T's house
My Gucci bring them Mice's out
Like Gucci I'm so Icy now
I tat my hood all on my arm
Don't
(Yeahyeah)
We eat them shark like its nobu
(Hey)
Tell em come thru come thru
(Yeahyeah)
Tell em come thru come thru
(Tell em to come)
Tell them boys come thru
Powder, set yes
Came out impressed
Kill them in that dress [x2]
Hey, Nayima
'Sup Sabrina
Hey, Naomi
Love your features
With a little bit of rouge
homeboys
Faked out fake hugs leave me alone boy
Plus the candy lookin' good enough to eat
You can tell by the way the girls actin' cross the street
But
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