Lyrics:
the back seat
Riding wit' the dope boy! (I'm a dope boy wit a guitar)
Tell 'em if they looking for me
I'm on the road to the next city
Riding wit' the dope
What's the name of y'all jeweler tell 'em freeze me up (freeze me up)
Hatin' me kinky licks talkin' so much (okay)
Lemme give these sons of bitches
girlfriend to get off my penis
Aah sooulja boy tell em extrodinair
I'm in da kush smoke and blow airy everywhere
Damn
Now dis how it is
I'm so fly I can take
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
came from
Born in a world going where they told me I can't go
In my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Usain Bolt
Get ahead by any means so
Ride wit' the band in the back seat
Riding wit' the dope boy! (I'm a dope boy wit a guitar)
Tell 'em if they looking for me
I'm on the road
Lord, I think I need a hitman
Tell Biggie I'm a big fan
Ooh my pockets on biggie smalls
And your pockets on stickman
I just came from the gun store
I
nigga
I'm focused on makin' records and gettin' bigger
Just hits, no misses, that's for the married folk
Tell 'em fix my suite up 'cause I'm comin'
the pain
Having no money come my way
But now I'm making money even when I sleep
Eyes wide awake, but I really need a dream
We hustle, hustle
I go by Weezy,
happening
And so I tell 'em hold on
And yeah, you know I gotta bring it back again
And I tell 'em hold on
I don't understand what's happening
So I tell
Key Largo
Runnin' Nat narcotic
By George he got it
Takin' makin' the G erotic
And the fiends they scheme
So he can put 'em down
But his method is
Yeah, yeah I'm talkin about Soulja Boy tell 'em
Twitter bitch, Twitter King bitch. yahh.
Moneyyy ya feel me.
I'll break it down one tI'me,
2010
motherfuckin' camel
Never gave a fuck
Bitch I'm Soulja Boy tell 'em
And I tote that automatic that
Will bust yo cerebellum and I freestyle
Versace, Versace
2012,
Tell 'em, ok
Tell 'em I got plenty hustle to sell 'em
Heat by the fleet, displaying it very seldom
Lead how right to light ignite my cerebellum
Close
'em down and a hit a the ground
Shakin' so cause I have a know and the big man him do say
Boys you gotta have a license...
[ guitar ]
Well now I got
my lil' soulja there
Bitch, it's over, I thought I told you that
Ayy, you too messy, why you posting that?
I can really tell them boys to spin that
problems
Oh God, I tell 'em nigga you don't want these problems (I tell 'em)
You don't, you don't want these problems (I tell 'em), you don't want these
I'm stuck in a clinic like Flint Montgomery
Take a step back, tell me right now, boy, just what your summary
Creeping through fireside
Smash
of these [?] get blown
Most of my people is gone, most of my life I did wrong
I'm in the gutta' hoe where most of my partna's alone
All of dem live by
I'm fresh
Ya I'm clean
So krispy
Throwing out money
Like your boy gotta frisbey
Soulja boy tell em
For the kids like Disney
Chain 360
Make your
Jon's got some eastside ways
So stop actin' like a bia' if yo' ass ain't blaze (bia', bia', bia', bia')
Bia', bia' (get 'em up)
Why you actin' like
can't get like me
Soulja boy the name you already know (soulja boy tell em)
I got stacks on deck
A big bank roll
And uhh
You can't get like me NOPE
You
Hear the Devil callin', I can hear 'em
It's like I get chills down my spine when I'm near him
Ma, I'm a tad too bad, I don't fear 'em
I don't need
'bout no muthafuckin' people
I won't rest till I see a nigga dead in the concrete
I be a TRU Soulja till I'm buried
I leave 'em worried, gettin' high for
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