Lyrics:
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 trappin' ass
Young nigga so slime
All i spit is venom
Don't slime me
I'm on your ass like denim (slatt)
He wrote a statement
We call him Soulja Boy tell em (tell
I'm still that same lil' nigga playin' with double figures, yeah (Glizzock)
And if you play, you lay, boy, don't end up a victim, yeah, yeah (get shot)
(Soulja Boy Tell 'Em) soulja Boy on the beat
Yasss bish, yasss, yasss bish, yasss
Yasss bish, yasss, yasss bish, yasss
Yasss bish, yasss, yasss
sofa up the stairs all by himself
So I, I say to him, I say "Hey, you want me to help you with that?"
And Marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes
"No,
(yeah)
What up, Left Eye? (what up?), what up, Aaliyah? (what up?)
Yeah, TEC-9 close by, touch 'em up (yeah)
I shoot niggas in the mouth, boy, pucker up
a look at you
Death by matrimony
Hey sucker
(What the hell's got into you?)
Hey sucker
(Now there's nothing you can do)
A married man? You're out
Bitch can't even pee about Lil Dave
Your bathroom window, I'm at your glass
I'm bringin' all you bitches pain
Soldier rollin' loaded
I tell 'em free
man)
There is no need to be acting shady
Come on baby, hey hey baby
When you rock your hips you know that it amaze me
Got me off the hook and nothing
a look at you
Death by matrimony
Hey sucker
(What the hell's got into you?)
Hey sucker
(Now there's nothing you can do)
A married man? You're out
Soulja Boy
Pulling up in my new toy
Shoot my shot, Brandon Roy
AND I
Cannot slow down my grind
I'm one of a kind
Tell me what's on your mind
This, is,
just to zip 'em up
Am I right?
(You right)
Baby that's what's up
I don't mean to be rude
But I like the way you move
Got your boy in the mood
just to zip 'em up
Am I right?
(You right)
Baby that's what's up
I don't mean to be rude
But I like the way you move
Got your boy in the mood
Now break his legs, arms, neck (yea).
[Chorus]
(Soulja boy tell em)
(S.O.D. money gang entertainment)
(I present to you the show stoppas)
(When
wondering why (I know)
Hey, Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter (hey, hello)
Tell me, where have you been? Where have you been? (Shit, you know)
'Cause they've been
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
Afterwards myself and one of them gorgeous ladies
There is no need to be actin shady
Comon baby, hey hey baby
When you rock your hips you know that it amaze
a look at you
Death by matrimony
Hey sucker
(What the hell's got into you?)
Hey sucker
(Now there's nothing you can do)
A married man? You're out
this world bipolar uh huh
Cuz everynight theres a soulja smelling odor
I see death I see life I see wrong I see right
Thats the battle-field scars that
2021 Rap Up
Talk to 'em, Tommy
You know every year, at the top of the year, it's my time
Y'all be waitin' for me to talk reckless
Respectfully,
girls say
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
When you rock your hips you know that - it amaze me
Hey baby, baby
Boys say, boys say
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
All
your man
Somethin' like Kris Parker
My Uzi weigh a ton
Hundred niggas on the track
Then you know I'll be the one
To tell niggas to suck cock
Run and get
don't know why
So I'ma have to let em know who you lil n***** owned by
U dance to my songs like a little cheerLeader
Now you want to be a rapper
But
playin' until they see your ass go pro
Houdain
Soulja Soulja Yeah, yeah, hey, yeah
It's a whole new quarter get em fined he ain't showin' love
I had merch
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