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the showers, run through em all, get em all for hours, my mojo GoPro, austin
Powers, rich but I'm broke, I'm a flex for doubters, I'm high when I'm high, keep
the realest is
My young nigga too official, he gone knock yo face low
Momma know her boy a soulja I be riding with Draco's
Yea I'm still a young nigga, But I
Of the lilies in the valley of my heart
Leave, and take these pictures to the pawn shop
Tell 'em you want the same amount of money that the one got
Pull up
, fuck that... My boys go harder
Shouts out to Big Duke, Mingo & Lil Carter
That's some of the hardest niggas that I can tell you bout
The rest of my
intimidated by you suckers perpetratin'
I've been waitin', yeah boy, I've been waitin'
Heavy, humble and patient, but still embedded with greatness
I
And I got the beat for ya
Bumpin' in your trunk like a hump of funk punk
You want to jump but your jump got skunked
Pick 'em up ref, eight count his
of death designer
Washed by those who wept behind us
Got my own set of tyrants
Who the hell do I think I am? Homie I'm your sire They ask me
Who the hell do
the incredible
D, Public Enemy number one
"Five-O" said, "Freeze!" and I got numb
Can I tell 'em that I really never had a gun?
But it's the wax that
Yeah, Soulja Boy, tell 'em
Damn, yeah, I done came with the McGlock (Woah)
In the party and it's gettin' hot (Yeah)
I just seen a opp thot, yeah,
never stupid
Was never clueless
What’s the problem
You is
I’ll tell you what the truth is
Boys are bitches its nothing for me to choose ‘em
Boys are
I got a brodie that caught a hommie cant tell nobody
I'm outiside i keep that glockie right by my tommy
To talk to him needa 3 way call with his
the throne
I been a king since like seven years old
Back when Soulja Boy made kiss me on the phone
Got her saying sorry I said you ain't wrong
But it's all
ain't got no hammer just blam
'em ain't gotta cock it back boy
After the first time it's pretty
Much a piece of cake
So if you ain't 'bout this life
You
got no time to catch them feelings
I spent some racks on my mojo bag I'm having this good energy
We got attached, I got the door n**** that's the latch
uhmm
I'm finna start a riot in this bitch
They wanna get a drop, tell 'em thirty G's for that switch
What you expect, I'm not here to keep the peace
It's
you sing
You got some grit in your blood, so tell me son, where you from
I said I'm
c hard workin man I was raised by the sea
There's whole lot of boys
Lil Kolo a Soulja, boy I did it first
But sometimes I be feeling like Ray J
Cause im with a thick bit built like Kim
I think I might make her my bay bay
gangsta, tell me how you do it
How you get through it and them other niggas blew it
I keep my eye on the prize then pursue it
Chase it like a cheetah, choke
spendin' that Kris Kross creme (haha)
Big boy moves, big boy shine
Big boy watch tell big boy time
Everybody know I got the recipe, so you know ya'll
to grab em by the neck
We sliding packs through, macs through
Who asked you to talk?
Went to my last school to ask dude, it's easier to spark
When I got
Keep the change, got to go
Flirt, tryna talk dirty
Georgia-bred, you can tell by my Hawk jersey
Hit me up if you get off early
Then I dap out, so
African American accident in a miracle
See who am I supposed to be here
Somehow I got the lyricism
Make my circles in blink off
Like my boy take
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
season
And the taste is perfection
I can tell just by how you're breathing
Now when I run into these walls
I break em' down just like 28
Now every time I
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