Lyrics:
youngin' in my other room, fuckin up my sheets
She tell 'em boy don't grab my hair because you're fuckin up my weave
I got a hundred bottles Ciroc boy
All
Locked in
Serve 'em up with that top spin
Young boy I've been taking off
And might pull up in that cockpit
And I got hits
Don't ask for shit
my old teachers and tell 'em to take care
I might take a whip instead of payin' the plane fare
I still remember the way there
Ain't a girl in my
records and gettin' bigger
Just hits, no misses, that's for the married folk
Tell 'em fix my suite up cause I'm comin' home
I heard they talkin' crazy, I
and Snowman, it's a wrap (let's get it)
Strapped up in the club, yeah, I'm so crazy
These other rappers actors like Patrick Swayze (ha-ha)
I tried to tell 'em
theory
I was Moses hopelessly scorned by your thorn Zipporah
Tried to bring that fairy-tale life, you wanted horror
But my microscope couldn't see
Look into my eyes
Realize I'm the same man my father was
y'all can tell by my Pink Cadillac
The way I clean my ride
Old grim tilted to the side
But
See I get to the point, no pen & paper
Rap annihilator, style
Violator, diss me then I'll
Violate ya, trust
Me boy it's in my
Nature, never
bitch, I'm different
If they ask you 'bout me, tell' 'em that's just stove talk, I'm realistic (big cap)
shit, you think he really got enough money
You pressed about that nigga, what your friends say?
Oh, G63 is what your Benz say
I'm so happy you ain't listen to your friends, babe
You can tell
to be a killer (New York Stand Up)
You wanted to be the Champ! (got your boy in the booth nigga)
You ain't hungry
Matter of fact I don't want you in my
opps that we gon' die about this shit
I come from a place where niggas die about a diss
You ain't in the hood so we can't slide by your strip
Cookin'
a living and there's making a life
Lessons from an old man made a young man wise
5 o'clock comes slow, but the years sure fly by
And don't let 'em tell
hoopin' and hollerin' like Mehalyu
I'ma keep you sittin' up, breathe 'em, remove your belt, yeah
Or better yet just tear ya up, I tell ya
Tell me what
me
You could lose yo whole family trying to roll with me
Chorus x1
[Soulja Slim]
Now I know you don't want none of them boys
the ones you boys should leave alone
The youths susceptible to failure, we been leadin' 'em wrong
Protected by them angels, a lot of us still believe in
I'm Soulja
I'ma hit that boy like a boulder
Twenty eight minutes until you are dead
I will decapitate and fuck your head
I'll eat your heart between
of being po', yeah trying to leave the rats
Walk out to see three of your tires, that be on flat
And that one tire, left a sign of hope
That helps you
your dreams boy
Dont drown in that hourglass waiting
Waiting on your dream boy
(Ouhhh)
Tell me about
These niggas be my clones
I should hire some decoys
So don't tell me whatchu wish for
You wanna be kept by a rich ho
Bitch-ass nigga, I'm tryna hit me a lick
She better pay me right now
She wanna get
N*gas don't wana get physical hit em with criticals put him in critical uh
These n*ggas broke ts pitiful slide by myself cuz I wana get rid of him uh
to get by us
I'm not advertising but boy you can try us
I sang to your bitch and she call me Mariah
I see and read everything round me but bibles
the dark
Raised by the wolves since
The very fuckin' start
Twisting my ratchet I'm clickin' and klackin'
Chop off your head and get
Placed in the basket
You
you fall off
Ima pull up in a ghost and show them n*ggas how to ball
If they say they hate me tell em I said f*ck em all
I could pull her if I wanted
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