Lyrics:
Tell em free my nigga out the slammer
Black and white whips
Designer on kicks
Got me feeling like a panda
Put a dot on his legs
Can't stand up
All
sky gettin high wit my dawgs
From the cell to the trenches
We gon make it out
Boy say that he a soulja we can shoot it out
Free my boys on them books
We
playin' until they see your ass go pro
Houdain
Soulja Soulja Yeah, yeah, hey, yeah
It's a whole new quarter get em fined he ain't showin' love
I had merch
cause it's goin' down
You see the DB's tell em' Wacko lookin' for em'
I got some dro, I got some change, I got some pussy for em'
If they ask you where
cause it's goin' down
You see the DB's tell em' Wacko lookin' for em'
I got some dro, I got some change, I got some pussy for em'
If they ask you where
on the trick, just a man on a mission
If I beat your ass don't tell them niggas you got jumped
Boy I ain't the one, you should've knew that from the jump
Whip
got one click, we Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes
Repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes
No love shown get disposed
Doll then, Soulja Boy Tell 'Em we got one
No, I can't fit it in my pocket
Got a quarter million cash, I can't fit it in my pocket
Me and Asian Doll
Flexing on the teachers, tell 'em, "Tell me I can't do it again" (bang)
I done been to jail a thousand times and I'll do it again (bang bang)
Fill my
They like SOULJA boy u fell Off Idk bout it cuz a nigga ain’t take a loss
Riding around the city still movin like a boss
Looking for my opp I swear
, tell em, tell em, what
Tell em, tell em, tell em, yeah
Tell em, tell em, tell em
By my side I always knew, there'd be someone like you
Who would see me
on my schedule
No love for 'em, nigga breakin' hearts
No keys, push to start
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah,
like Soulja Boy
Cause I done started some shit (Woah Woah)
Man these freaky hoes know they gone roll
They been start they whip (Woah Woah)
I don't need
Soulja Boy
Pulling up in my new toy
Shoot my shot, Brandon Roy
AND I
Cannot slow down my grind
I'm one of a kind
Tell me what's on your mind
This, is,
killers close, my name ringin', I ain't gotta call em
Beat his block, ain't tryin' beatbox, like Spotemgottem
They wanna see me fall, it ain't even autumn
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
Too many whips at the crib, ran out of parking spaces (damn)
And I only like blue cash, I'm money racist (Franks)
I call my G-Wagen Soulja Boy, watch
own waves so now they anti-Tidal
I'm livin' the no sock life to spite you
Since the Kalief doc, they've been at my neck
Y'all can tell 'em Trayvon is
own waves so now they anti-Tidal
I'm livin' the no sock life to spite you
Since the Kalief doc, they've been at my neck
Y'all can tell 'em Trayvon is
in the back
And I know lil' hoe want my love
Lil' hoe, I gave my love to the trap
Never love a ho, lil' nigga, why you cap
Apple in my pocket, boy, I'm
on my schedule
No love for 'em, nigga breakin' hearts
No keys, push to start
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah,
em
My eyes red in the studio this XO got me rockin'
In paradise like Coolio man gangsta shit been poppin'
But ya'll Soulja Boy frauds that bitches out
A 100k on my pockets
I'm taking off like a rocket
If Soulja said let's get it started
I'm always going retarded
They know, my swag is so cool
Me
And I be probably with your bitch
(Hey) , probably in the whip
Probably riding through the strip
In the Impala '96
Purple label on my sweater
And it's
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