Lyrics:
Contact everytime I touch a track
Freak out wiggle your funny bone and bounce back yo
Nigga see me in the back (Who dat?)
You don't know my name I'm
telling me to keep pushing
Keep coming with aggression my souljas real reckless
Ain't got no academics tell p-glizzy that I love em
Dat nigga Boona that's
limpin'
But back back to the nitty gritty
Bout this nigga slippin' in my fuckin' city
By the time that he realized that he fucked up
The stupid
I'm bout to dump this nigga's shit in New Dimensions"
Get to the crib so I can call Big Slate up
And tell 'em the money man done slipped and got his
touched her (tits)
Sucker MC's, I'm killing 'em, I'm so sick of seeing 'em
Silly (shit) when they rhyme, like that red rugby shirt worn by Gilligan
Plus
the streams
Posting comments and memes
Love the sound when that money counter cha-ching
It's Concrete, you know the drama we bring
Me and Con the Machine
and squeeze
Critics expecting me to underachieve
I just deal with the hate I receive
By rolling back my sleeves
Sure was a breeze, I bring him right to his
for the anthem
Fight the power (Fight the power)
Yo, yo, check this out, man
Bring that beat back, man (bring that beat back)
In two, three, four,
nigga call the doctor
Like Chinese tryin to salsa
It's never gonna be in (Groove), call Stella back
Holiday Inn 'em, then back in the shuttle van
Bitch
speaking on Willie
Uion kno that mane
Pour out fah my niggas
Yunoo we miss ya
If I could bring u back
One mo time Doug
And smoke witcha
Damn Hoodie We
loud, I drop em
I like
I'm Bronx Bob, bring the beats and I'm
Black stallion, knockin on concrete walls
Standin tall, rappers in my face, they
on the stockin' cap
Tryin' to pick this way
I'm (I'm) in the back with the play sta'
A little boy (boy) came and gave me an invitation
Said there's
S.O.D. Money Gang we hot right now
[Chorus: x2]
Dis song so hard every time it come on, it's like
SouljaBoy Tell 'em, man dats my song.
Girl do yo
smoke good, but I stay higher
Take 'em back to the white lex bubble
Could of told back then that dem boys was in trouble
Trend setter like the boy Don
back when he
Was downloading music off Rhapsody
When Soulja Boy had first went platinum, you could easily fathom
A bunch of kids dancing hard with all
to solve that
Watch how my bitches resolve that
Fly as hell, bitch, what you call that?
Tell shawty fall back, I can't dissolve that
My energy right, I
small, e nuh large, me no slap entourage
Pon di top mw in charge, rub e clit like massage
Back arch, body neat like a Nicki Minaj
Boy fuck me inna di
I got Hood ass homies
Been toting the glocks
And they gone shoot 'til I tell em to stop
Bitch, I been a Hot Boy so the
Cold don't fect me
I'm from New Orleans
I make beats make you lean and bop your head back
All in good time keep it 90 with a slap back
No Snapbacks got baseball caps for days
I'm blocking
moan
You can see it real life but I know right now you ain't home
Wanna make you feel like Soulja boy kiss me through the phone
Yes my man is off
whacked off the gate (whacked)
I mix purple codeine by the eight (codeine)
Wrap the scope, line him up like a tape (line him up)
Back to back
Astro on the beat!
Nigga just woke up with it
Fresh out the bed watch me turn my swag on
Like I'm SouljaBoy tell em' who did it
Brodie bought
I fucked her for free
And now you walk around like somehow you got one up on me
Nigga please, this your brother part
This nigga found Soulja Boy's
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
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