Lyrics:
on lock when that nigga slanging pickle
Who got Benz, a prowler, playboy, and a Vette
Tell the truth--who fucked ya on the same night when we met?
Now,
to right, left to right
I do the fat man stomp
If you ain't fat it's cool, tell 'em
But I'm a just show you what you gotta do
Just pick up your right
stomp on that forty eight eight, hit the gas
Rick Owens pants, they lay to relax
Crocodile Dundee, Don C on my hat
Alligator shoe on the pedal when I
pouring out your hair
Nigga, any-fucking-time, nigga, any-fucking-where
"Make 'em bleed" is the motto that I live by
If you fuck with me, it's a must,
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
built to diss 'em (who?) the boys (who) and the girls
They starvin', we're starvin', keepin' a nine to five an'
Try to hold us down, keep us out but we
pouring out your hair
Nigga, any-fucking-time, nigga, any-fucking-where
"Make 'em bleed" is the motto that I live by
If you fuck with me, it's a must,
Yeah,Yeah im talkin about soulja boy tellem
Twitter bitch, Twitter King bitch. yahh.
Moneyyy... ya feel me.
ill break it down one time,
2010
ya
I'm the emperor, I'm Caesar
Can somebody tell me where the MCs are?
I violate over guitars, annihilate and operate like I'm on ER
Lyrically gang
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
spinnin'
They thought the Ferrari was rented
I'm ridin my windows ain't tinted
It's Soulja Boy Tell 'Em im gettin it
Molly in my pocket, taking off like
bout my banner
Told God to tell the carpenter
Baptise em or bring the hammer
Stonewall pornagraphy
That's where they wrote they grammar
I ain't never
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
'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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