Lyrics:
future wifey
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, yeah
You can be my Bonnie, I can be your Clyde
You could be my wife, text me, call me
I need you in my life, yeah,
to you plain and simple cause you know its played
Holla at 'em doggy dogg, go and do that thing
OK, son, tell you like my nigga "Pootie Tang"
I got that
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
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
i hate money
please god take from me
Chorus
And somebody tell me where do i go from now (x4)
All my blessings, i take em as a lesson,
make em into
by Odell Beckham
He got regular pringles
Well go and let em
On my Trigga; Animal
Drax facts
Look em up
Haters is snowglobes yea
I shook em up
And I
the fee
Shout out my nigga fee
See every mother fucker at the door don't get a key
You outside lookin' in, so tell me what you see
Its about money its
So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck
Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7
Rolled them motherfuckers, ate 'em up, hit 11
Got another point,
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?)
goin fly bout it
Send em to the sky bout it
Tell the truth why you lie bout it
Murder on my mind death around the corner I ain't hiding from it
I love
wit' the nasty mouth," and kick the bitch out
Sue me? I pay the lawyer for ya, oh, boy, yeah
Plus my style's ten to twenty fuckin' pounds more
I take
boy, I was locked up in them chains for it
My momma know it, I don't do no back and forth
I catch 'em, whack the boy
Got racks, I stay wit' that
Look Dey told me not ta spit dat Soulja shit but this my roots
Ready to go ta war anyday I sleep in my boots
I cud go to Syria bet I treat it like
I'm tryin' to do right
But I'm surrounded by wrong
Avoid the all night flight
And still make it on my own
I'm tryin' be cool do what I gotta do
But
insides dying wit 'em Can you feel my pain? [E.D.I.] Would you look into my world and tell me what you see now? Fuckin with Devils shit I'm tryna stay
I had to find my way on my own
I could tell you what it beez like
I could tell you what it beez like
I'm a true hustler, all that I know
So I can
Krazy wit da Books
(Fire em up higher on some new rhyme flow)
Verse 1: Dray, Skoob
Well comin to school ya it's the hooligan, I'm in the mood again so
can't have shit prolly cause of you
Rappers go to jail like Oprah go to Yale
Stedman policy don't ask don't tell
Where my waterbees as I go get
mackin' ass pimp"
I came wit my girl but I still don't care
Light skin sexy wit some real long hair
I like 'em wit the big 'ol butts
Say "what's up"
moving like the laws of inertia
Before these Carolina boys come hurt 'cha
Better tell 'em bout it
They can't stop me, naw, they can't stop me
They keep
purposes
Take the world and earth it
Foundation for persons all along wit chu the fuck is wrong?
Out work the clerk I, did
I did it first boy tell em
came home (Ha)
They ain't wanna look out for my children
(Ha) now the fact I'm back, I been
Gettin' stacks, don't fuck with 'em
Tell 'em let's do it
boonkey be on wow, now my boonkey taking selfies!
Dickie grabbed by boonkey in the eighth grade for a dollar
If you smack me by my boonkey, boy, I'm gonna
a bone wit' me
Put my bitch up on designer, got Balenci' on her feet
My momma say a couple prayers, keep them demons off me
'Cause I know I'm out here
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