Lyrics:
babyface by walking up, he walk out wit a limp
I need a couple racks up out this game that money feeling dim
I'm in to win, get up in that water, boy you
the chat room, my conversation is goin' down
Where you from? Where you at? Lil' momma sho' talkin' nice
I tell her meet me at U of H right by the towers
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
Now break his legs, arms, neck (yea).
[Chorus]
(Soulja boy tell em)
(S.O.D. money gang entertainment)
(I present to you the show stoppas)
(When
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
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
against the world cus I been on my own
And lately if I'm trapping I am trapping by my lone
I could style on em in bravado's and Vlone
I'd rather die today
don't put your faith in no man never trust these hoes, how the f*ck you say you gone ride b*tch you ain't never rode, Soulja life b*tch that's the comity
For these are the times
You either crank that Soulja boy
Or that Soulja boy cranks you
Said shut the fuck, aye
Money moves only moves I make hoe
to keep the D up inside 'em now
So many girls off up in the mall boy a nigga be in the club (oh!)
Soon as one of them walk by me and I be like, "Yo whats
to keep the D up inside 'em now
So many girls off up in the mall boy a nigga be in the club (ohh!)
Soon as one of them walk by me and I be like, "Yo
Ooh, she don't love you boy, don't love you boy
Who's that playin'with the dead end boys
Cool black leather lookin' for her toys
Snakin' on by makin'
here, baby)
I'm top shotta, don dada, bitch is just a sidekick (haha)
I'm that nigga make my main bitch choose my side bitch, uh
Walk down gang, but we
Boy your check ain't big enough (big enough)
Talk a lot but you're broke (broke!)
Switcheroo fuck and you're kissing (kissing)
Y'all niggas give 'em
fuckin' with the right one, soulja fo life one
ain't no mothafucka like em
where he at, show em to me
and I'm gonna strike em and bite em
and swallow em
mile high you
But one thing she gon sell ya always keep some business on ya cerebellum
Try to warn em yea she tell em they in trouble like a felon
She
go by them goon rules:
If you can't bеat 'em, then you pop ’em
You can’t man 'em, then you mop ’em
You can't stand 'em, then you drop 'em
You pop ’em
Ronnie G, baby
(Tell me how I'm 25 and I'm an OG)
(Put 'em on blast like bazookas)
Ay you know what, you know what I don't think one time was enough
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
the only ones that Know so don't tell me watch my Mouth
Nighas dropped the addy a year ago
And i still go by the house I done Learned his route know errnody
they can send me a few of yours
And by a few I mean way more than two
You can times that by twenty and tell 'em to come through
And watch them get
time just be passin' by
Go ask around, I be switchin' out cars
Like I be changin' my draws, I don't want 'em' now
Everybody won't carry a rod until it's
Gimme the Loot
챙겨서 나가지 Gimme the Loot
I Pray to God
난 되지 않아 Othello
Now tell em 내
발아래 Burj Khalifa
Demigod Demigod Demigod aye
Hercules 나의 오래된 sidekick
my big superstar shit
The one girls try to get, they text me on my Sidekick
Bring 'em to my palace, tell 'em take it off we'll make a flick
Every night
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