Lyrics:
cotton (cotton)
Residential so good, my doors don't gotta lock 'em (yeah)
Wash the dirty money with the Oxi
I miscount 'cause I'm off of Oxy
Yeah,
where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down
Tell me he want smoke, 187, that's that same shit
.357 send you to heaven, knock out your brain
Beach soulja, hold ya horses
Porsche's, Rolls, Royce's
Decisions, choices, make 'em
Puerto Rican face, but her booty is Jamaican
Breasts Brazilian,
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
an egg crate
Uh, B.A.D. Boy ho, and I got B.A.D. bitches for my boys so
I treat 'em like pollo I'm servin' black Suburban,
Swervin' through the hood
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
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
future wifey
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, yeah
You can be my Bonnie, I can be your Clyde
You could be my wife, text me, call me
I need you in my life, yeah,
I'm gonna tell you a story that's all about
This job I had one time as a talent scout, hmm.
I had a hard day at the office and the boss wasn't in
Yeah
All that molly, why your jaw so tight?
And you almost lost your job tonight
This not Breaking Bad, I bring my motherfuckin' pipe
Yeah, I love
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
ain't really gettin' bricks
Its official man ya n***** ain't s***
Tell 'em I said that!
He n**** lying everytime you hear rhymin'
He don't talk
spoon
But now she sucks her thumb and wanders
By the banks of her own lagoon
Didn't anybody tell her?
Didn't anybody see?
Sunday's on the phone
time job
I'm gonna work hard all day
'Cause when you come home, when you come home to me little boy,
I know, I know, I know I'm gonna get my for
Forever wish death on all my enemies
The minute I was born, I was sinnin'
Chasin' a hundred billion, that's just the beginnin'
Streets turnin' boys
before
That either me or my boys tore it up before
So I'm hoping you different
Let you push the 6
And give you a different life and
Baby if it's right
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
'bout nothing, don't trip
It's amazing all the shit that I be coming out with
Shit is real, tell 'em chill
Keep on bumping my shit
All my life I
Master P (uh)
Got a blow job from Paula Jones, and stuck it so far in her mouth
My balls broke both of her collarbones (ow!)
Told Mya this shit was all
Master P (uh)
Got a blow job from Paula Jones, and stuck it so far in her mouth
My balls broke both of her collarbones (ow!)
Told Mya this shit was all
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
Greeting boys and girls
My name is Petey P
Kendrick's childhood imaginary friend (that's right)
I am your neighbor
And I'd like to welcome you
out (woo!)
What you doin'? Gettin' paid, young nigga
How you in the mob? 'Cause I'm made, young nigga
Say you need a job, come my way, young nigga
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