Lyrics:
"A-Team" try to constrain me to my seat
Turn around, hit 'em with a swag chair
Skeet skeet
Next up, 'had
A special appearance by NAM's Zach Love X
Swag
cause i'm fucking all these hoes
Tryna' tell these niggas i'm hot like the stove
These niggas tryna' take my swag like woah
I'm tryna' get this bag
comin' next
Soulja tellem bout to flex
Girls bout to trip
On my whip
'Cause you know I flip whip
With that ice cake no kiss me on my neck ha
Swag
my line and tell me go get em
I run up I'm throwing you down caterpillar
Ape shit I'm on this track like a gorilla
listen up I ain't no driller
Don't
ain't talking bout Cho's, stop wasting my time, tell em stop hitting my phone
Had to go put on a fit to step out the crib, had to turn my swag on
Had
I'm saying my graces, I'm bout to eat all of ya,
Soulja Boy Tell Em I'm a one man orchestra.
Instructional videos on you tube,
So I can teach you how
hoe can brag
Back pocket of my denims is what hold the rag
Yeah he walk wit a limp he got that soulja swag
Imma hit the block if the racks low
If
before my Y (might not never, haan)
Even my abuela know that (let's get 'em Mixx)
Let's go (let's go), we take a trip to the opps (we take a what?)
people, shoutout to Nigeria
Doing what I want, I'm free like, I did not kill em
I got the vision, I'm Superman ohh, Soulja boy tell em
Osmanli in this
came to shake the town
Yeah, ya boy's internationally known
But I'm from the hood, got a pocket full of stones (stones)
I used to cop Rob Base, turn
came to shake the town
Yeah, ya boy's internationally known
But I'm from the hood, got a pocket full of stones (stones)
I used to cop Rob Base, turn
up, got him hit
Loose bowels, leakin' by his gallbladder (huh)
Ain't no limit to these soldiers, in the Nolia
They don't know ya
R.I.P. my nigga, Soulja
the fucking truth
Something about a real nigga make em go crazy
Dope boy swag I was born in the 80's
Baby I can fuck you but you can't be my lady
Balling right
tell 'em I ain't really religious
They say, "That's cool, Papi, we get it
But just be cool and don't be trippin'"
If a nigga try me, I'ma handle my
through the comedy
I'm laughing at the wannabes, now move that ass the fuck away from me
Bye little boys, gots to go
I got my chika by my side, we going
wonder who,
Then they meet my pop and tell 'em, "Drake is just a younger you"
And shawty wanna party so don't let yo girl up out the house
Or there'll
Ready to ride on my doughboy
Old boy, ain't ready when I hit em with the Rolls Royce
Oh boy, get the bread right for that po boy
By the far the most dope
Parelli's all armored up
And this .38 will knock the beak off of Daffy Duck
Wave cap
Cover my waves hollow tip cover my ass
Face covered by my army
Parelli's all armored up
And this .38 will knock the beak off of Daffy Duck
Wave cap
Cover my waves hollow tip cover my ass
Face covered by my army
Yeah, boy
Dem better ring the alarm, boy
Dem know what's coming, boy
Buck, buck, buck
Haha
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh my God, fuckin'
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
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
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
on
My souljas get to jumpin so I had to turn my swag on
Hate a nigga always talking tuff don't gotta act hard
I hate a nigga always gotta bluff man you
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