Lyrics:
molly hit
Uhh, yeah
She just said that she ain’t tryna play games with me
Hop out the bed, turn my swag on, yeah, I’m Soulja Boy, aye
Tell em, how you
that turn you Soulja Foreal
As I got older
I swea my heart got colder For real
Ian talking bout no magnet
But that iron stuck to my hip
Up in traffic
my lil' soulja there
Bitch, it's over, I thought I told you that
Ayy, you too messy, why you posting that?
I can really tell them boys to spin that
put em on
Nigga, I got flow money
I done got so much of cake
I'm getting ho money
Swag on crazy, man I got the Timbs
Bitches love my swag
Niggas wish
a call
I could Move through a room full of volters... NICE
And I still turn heads pultagice
Rock a cold chain
Neck full of Soulja ice
You young boys should
to wait, uh
Tall grass, yes I know around me be some snakes, uh
Haul ass always movin' so I like to pace
Soulja Boy, I tell them that they out of date, uh
this bitch feel my piece (yeah, yeah)
And she ain't never felt one of these
Yeah, tell her bend over
Then I shot man down, it's over
Then a man hit
arms, the story in my hurt
The boys, they always tell me that my words get 'em by
They can tell how much I mean it by the bloodshot in my eye
So
Tell your friend stop hitting my phone ion even know him man
Playing yall cards but when it's my turn yall be hiding y'all hands
Handsome squidward
Yeah (yeah), yeah
Draco
You know what the fuck goin' on (Soulja)
Look
I'm havin' bond money
We like to shoot it for fun, done it
My choppa
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
that pole
The way she's grindin' that pole
I think I'm losin' control
God
I ain't leavin' without you, bitch
Comin' home with me
And my boy
Aight check this out right
I go by the name of DJ Khaled
My nigga Birdman say yo Khaled man
Lets do something for the streets listen
Shh d-Boy in
em with my enemy
Turn on the lights cause
I'm looking for Mollymolly
Golden one they say Im the chosen one
They thought it was over oh
Naw it
looking good and it match wit the piece
Errbody wanna know what's that on the boy teeth
Ear lobes on hang, eight karats outta tell
It cost a baller 100 g's
that boat til it's way past two
You say it's not easy, that you're so hard
Sporting gold tone Z's, not credit cards
Got clout turn 'em out, you got
your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
I swear
Pull up in that thing with Stunna, painted period red
Go tell your boss we can get 'em cheaper than where he paid
Let's go
I can't trust my iPhone
a new state
And niggas hate but
I can turn that beef to cube steak
Get a huge plate
Sit 'em down at the table and say grace
And stuff my face
Hahahaa im
to fell, put a brand together, turn it up
Then I changed my dream, created a team
Locals tryna intervene, uncle Mike's attitude
Shorty, I gotta get it by
when a rapper talk about guns
Then somebody die, they turn into nuns
Then hop online, like "pray for my city"
He fakin' for likes and digital hugs
son like Janet
Fly cause I'm in it
You looking
Like you need a minute
Peso then say so
Same pace so tell em boys
Fuck out my face yo
Hardly ever touch
got pads on
Was taught to live and laugh on
Like Soulja turn my swag on
Really just a loser, type on computers
Diamonds cold, straight out the cooler
the skin up on my feet off
Tell ‘em turn the heat down
They tell me my mink off
She’s so abusive, the boy she wanna skeet off
Fancy, fancy, met her
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