Lyrics:
call me a slut, who gives a fuck
That's fine nigga, shit, I'm a good with mine
I can tell by your shoes you know what I want
Fuck a prenup, give me
around and have them looking like spaghetti
I say some shit, he be like, "Yo, you so legendary"
But he can tell just by my face he ain't getting any
darling off that heezing darling
I', surrounded by the ice it got me freezing darling
It's plain and simple
My change and it's natural
Now Wayne
where the Grammys go
I just gave out Grammys on my Instagram
Them OVO boys, the business man
It is what it is, trust me you get what you give, yeah
Tell 'em this ain't that, and that ain't this
With a flick of my wrist, uh, huh, yuh (uhh)
Cutthroat, cutthroat, cutthroat (uh, bitch, bitch)
They
came off that... Oooh
[Outro]
Yeah, 816 Boys
Grammy award winners
Come on, Come on
Go on, Pop out them areola's [8X]
the middle finger
Showin off the index ring
Yeah I know my index stink
Cheddar diamonds, yellow rings
It's Soulja Boy Tell 'Em man
and my chain and the friends
me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, do you wan' fuck with me? Nah
Hustle, boy
to mop (pew, pew, pew)
Pocket full of knots, I get racks a lot (pew, pew)
Birkin for the chop', got these bitches shocked
I like them dope boys with
soulja boy dat nigga is lame
But damn dat nigga got so much fuckin game
Can I get some I don't think so
Soulja boy tell em
Chevy same color smoke
Got damn
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, do you wan' fuck with me? Nah
Hustle, boy
blow yo' spot
When they ask about you
I tell 'em "you doing aiiight"
Didn't I go home to wife and kids
When the IG models in my DMs slid?
Didn't I wake
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches 'n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you
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
down on the river
Just some old boys a making a lot of noise
Down on the river, down on the river, down on the river
If anyone calls tell them, we're
my boys says she looks pretty fine body real firm
folds at her job loves her new touch up
I can tell her white boss gets a kick when she's all done up.
Trick
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
(Yeah, and the boy Bow Wow in the building, haha)
My swag to official, man
(Ayy, Soulja my swag too, man)
Y'all
Ester dean
What do you want from me
Because I've giving you everything
What do you need from me
Are you not happy with anything
Soulja Boy
Party
get em
Shoot!
Let me get em
Nah shootout ayye, nah shootout ayyee, nah shootout ayyee, nah shootout ayyee
(soulja boy tell em)
[verse 1:]
Its
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
rappin' when you were in jammies
Mel Gibson flow, Lethal Weapon, book 'em, Danny
I'm a monster, I tell you, Monster Wayne
I have just swallowed the key
[Chorus:]
I'm a real n**** homie tell 6 figures only
Got a pistol you don't want it
Boy you know what it is
I'm way flyer
My pay is way higher
'Cause I am what he wants his girl and I love it
I can't leave 'em alone
I tried that good boy game
But the dope boy's turning me on
It's just that
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