Lyrics:
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
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
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.
Uhh, bitch I look like Goku.
Bitch I look like Vegeta, im hoppin out that oldschool.
'64 Impala, swagged up.
Bitch I'm poppin
I’m tired of the motions
It’s bad
Might go hop in da ocean
Look at the pain how I coat it
I’m mad
Can’t be fucking wit roaches
Bitch I’m Soulja like
feel do we still feel ill
Will murdah kill anything drug deals oh im so integrated now world gon change
Now going through a phase cloud whoah when you
on the front line,ima turn up when it's war time,war ready I'm kut throat kanival like soulja slim,I thank this that n*gga right her,pull over n*gga that him,fye
I don't wanna be next
I wasn't shit so I made the world call me fresh
I'm from the city where the poor flex
We push foriegn cars and park em in
the rot
Okay okay Soulja boy tell em Soulja boy tell em
Whats going on today mayne
How could he be selling cause he could snap and the beat is real heavy
Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr
Soulja Boy off in this ho, I'm gon' roll up all this dro
Gucci on the passenger, the Ferrari's painted, whoa
Boy you
I tell em be modest (Yo I try to be modest)
I tell em be modest (Man I tell em be modest)
But they like "Fuck that. Been getting my dollas
Bitch I'm
a G, cuz honestly
Dem-Dem lad try body me got bodied
Tell em, tell em I'm doing eetswa like Hefs
Pull up, pull up and dent
Wish up, wish up, repent
Push
to clean and reload 'em
Doggy, you had a slow summer, I didn't, H.2 gold Hummer
Not to mention new Range, no number
And you know the Rover, so move over
niggas
What you ain't heard, boy, I ride with these niggas
I die with these niggas
Did a drive by with my forty five 'cause I'm down with these niggas
niggas
What you ain't heard, boy, I ride with these niggas
I die with these niggas
Did a drive by with my forty five 'cause I'm down with these niggas
a feather
I fuck the bitch like the other bitch better
I'm twenty years, tryna get it together
She like a dog, tell her ass, I'ma pet her
I feel like Durk,
boy
So I'm a mack boy, bag boy, facts boy
Though you had it all but I'm back boy, jackboy
Hate'll turn a real one to a tabloid, mad boys
But I'm coming
lackin’
Pistol packin’, we gon’ hit between his arms wit’ a hammer
Bakin’ soda, my lil’ soulja, knock ‘em over, get ‘em right
Late at night we pop out, we
want it ? Then let's do it
I'm crazy bitch I'm stupid
Come fuck wit some I'll prove it
Just like a quarterback, I call the play and watch em score
Ion
don't drop the bomb on me
Drop the bomb on 'em
I don't want no doggone beef, see
Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me
Boy, I'm the real McCoy, you
get off me
Bitch I’m too hot so get
Hit a nigga dead in the mouth
Tell em imma need all his proceeds
Say my name tryna get some clout
Tell em pussy
labeled as a troublemaker
– who can you blame?
Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain
So I'm hopeless, rollin' down
The freeway swervin', don't worry
I'm
a hood baby, tell that boy stay dangerous
Booty big, so his set ain't the only thing he banging
How you broke and trying to holla, man these niggas be
might catch a dope case
Ugh! I Mastered the P
With connects in the Midwest, so I'm Heavy in the D
Ugh! Ya boy still Snoop around
Since a pup, I been
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