Lyrics:
I can do this all day I can do this all night
They ask me what I do when I step up on the mic
Tell em I got mad skill...
I can do this all day I can
ship that yay
Tell them hoes that I got that pack
Fat dope man I rolled that back
In the strip club with them racks
Oh no I got that sack
Play the game
Bitches passing by, "oh my, he's so gangsta" (you're out of line)
Mmm, I'll tell you what I'm talkin' 'bout
When I was a young boy (you're out of line)
ludicrous
Bring them plastic bodybags to dump 'em
In don't let 'em breathe
I got something for ya looking forward
Till the day we meet
Claiming that you're
toe tag
New bitch got Chanel flats, that's a toe tag
Pull up off the lot, skkrt skkrt
Came with no tags
I'm a hot boy, so guess what, I pay cold cash
her with her sister
Tell the boy to roll the gun
And go buy my elixir
Dranking little sips, that's why I got temper
Problems, I'll probably murk them
Cast a shadow over all they doing, boy
Must be hell, I could tell
You ain't got the bundle package like
Go and check the mail, how you run your business
like that
But fuck it cause these thoughts that I been having-
I tell ‘em
Run run run , I just can’t let ‘em slide
Woah woah woah, I tell ‘em pick
want to get fly
The struggle is not what I picture for life
I got it
This brown boy gon' give em' a fight
Learning
Owning
Setting the price
Drinking
mama,
I guess I got my daddy stroke hun
I show up, right after she slow up,
Grab her by her waist and make her hol up
Hol up, yeah, and I did it,
Put
iron I'ma roll wit em
Mama don't pray for me I don't back down from no nigga
They got a place for me
See I want millions, hundreds and big thousands
That’s where you headed boy, to pine
Oil heaven i'mma get that gun, and
Then I'mma get that money i don’t
Believe you got it in you
Jake i'mma go get
Bruh
Bruh
LD
Bruh
A.K.A. stem cells
Errybody know the cat like a dope meme
I got em' buzzing off the crack like a dope fiend
They saw em
on the ground
Let the rain fill the moats round my kingdom
Carved in the cement, star, pledge allegiance
I'ma let you leave em screaming
Dreaming just to get by
more money...
[Souljah Boy:]
It be the Mo Thug, it's buck, quick bandages
One of these soldiers just can't stand 'em
Make me had to do
regular life I can tell you that I'm done with that
Try and build a mil' off a couple stacks
Own my own business, investin' all I got into these fuckin'
I got plenty crew
(I take out white boys that's scary) (BOO!)
Yeah I'm the nigga that said it
And I'm sorry that I can't regret it
but it's a proven
the game don't stop
Tryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop
Forbes sayin' I made it
But tell 'em I'm hood famous
The players might change but
ladies over
Tell em this is Y-M-E so when you come you cant leave sober
You would think she came with buttons by the way that I control her
Put her
with me
Really I just see food I can make you crawl dead
You swimming in the money boy that make me a shark then
Catch 'em, kill 'em, feed 'em to the hog
bout my banner
Told God to tell the carpenter
Baptise em or bring the hammer
Stonewall pornagraphy
That's where they wrote they grammar
I ain't never
got rained on like April days, I spring to the top (I'm gone)
I brung the heat
They scream "Free the summer," I tell 'em I got (uh)
Whoa, I got
he farted on me
We don't miss, boy I run this shit I think I sharted on em
I got Donny with me, he gone rob em wit me, set it up
I been solid, I'm ten
Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot
My niggas, they don't talk, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by
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