Lyrics:
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
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
Look like you hot to me
Tell you like this
Once I start ain't no stoppin'
We start this thang off by a shoppin' spree
You still be messin' with them lame
from a female (yeah)
But I'm a playa, ain't gonna tell you all the details (ahem)
What it entails is hard to say like sellin' seashells
By
remember I was a water boy
No wakin up n smellin roses we smelt gun smoke
Smoked em like piff we light yo ass up wen our guns blow
You Hea me talk in slangs
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?)
how it was at the start woah mm
I'm gon' be a star
Shoppin' spree I go and fill up my cart (oh no)
We could kick it we could cruise (we could cruise)
block, lil' nigga, I can come by out the corner
I'm not trustin' these hoes, what I tell my momma
Comma, comma, come and cross my line, be Makonnen
I
Draco
This your boy Soulja Boy, man (Soulja Boy Tell 'Em)
It's Big Draco by the way (Souja)
You already know what's goin' on (yeah)
Yes, sir,
like atomic and anybody in my way imma fold em'
Wit me n my gilla guerillas wantin ta win it
Boys be tryin ta battle 'cause they want our position but
some real gangster shit now
I quit that sad shit, I ain't trippin'
They don't fuck with me then fuck 'em
You don't want YoungBoy, baby? Come
On, know
I'ma put this 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
(hey)
Hop in the frog, woo (skrrt)
I tell that bitch to come comfort for me (comfort me)
I swear these niggas is under me (hey)
They hate
Who gon' love you good as me and treat you right? (Who?)
When they speak on us, I tell 'em we locked in for life (yeah)
Know they want some insight,
bent the corner in somethin' brand new
We on a winnin' spree, yeah, my team can't lose
I'm a mailbox veteran, twenty years in
I'm an outdoor don by
(hey)
Hop in the frog, woo (skrrt)
I tell that bitch to come comfort for me (comfort me)
I swear these niggas is under me (hey)
They hate
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
niggas gon' wake the man that's within
Boy by your looks I can tell you cappin'
Boy by your looks I can tell you a pussy
Thought it was soft then he saw
"Bigger Picture"
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records
bigger than life
And she gon' stick around for the shoppin' spree, alright
[children] Seven!
[Fresh] Tell your broad you know me, and we jam
and the lights glowing
Fox Hills buying Jordans, but still the pain showing
When I die, put me next to the dead poets
Tell 'em God had a plan for me and I
Soulja? oh yeah play boy naw, baby
Put that jacket on
Leave them heels on now take
It off quick, Swavey, baby
it flyin' by you
Speedin' fast is emergency so much gas never on Easy on EVS and I S-I-30 when I like
To eat lemon I make em squeeze make some Money
to Soulja Boy but...
This is Worldwide radio
We don't play no games
We gone keep it real slow
And let HWY BABY teach you what it is
He gone take you around
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