Lyrics:
don't be a pri, hey
Madonna, uh
You gotta get 'em all, hot
Tick tock tick tock tick tock
That's right, keep it up, keep it up, don't be a pri, hey
Soulja Boy Tell'em with a brand new mac eleven
N***a try me man I'm rockin' gucci sweaters
Louis on my head BLVD is getting money
N***az hatin' on me
Call Rudy, tell him hook us up a twenty sack
C'mon c'mon c'mon, we ballin' y'all
Where my cats think you feel me at?
Alla y'all, and when we earn that
up
'Cause there's a whole lot of money in the ghetto
Yeah, you know
Hey, hey, hey
What'cha got to say?
(They got money in the ghetto)
gun, what you gon' do boy?
You betta sit down nigga don't play like that
Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat
Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya
mistake, this shit is real
Boy, you should have known by now
Eazy-Duz-It enough to make a nigga go crazy
Sean Price, Bushwick Bill
Bushwick Bill is
wanna do
This time, this time, this time, this time
Baby, come tell me what you wanna do (Uh)
My lil' slime (Yeah, let's go, let's go)
Feel like Soulja
wanna do
This time, this time, this time, this time
Baby, come tell me what you wanna do (Uh)
My lil' slime (Yeah, let's go, let's go)
Feel like Soulja
cause it's goin' down
You see the DB's tell em' Wacko lookin' for em'
I got some dro, I got some change, I got some pussy for em'
If they ask you where
cause it's goin' down
You see the DB's tell em' Wacko lookin' for em'
I got some dro, I got some change, I got some pussy for em'
If they ask you where
(Yeahyeah)
We eat them shark like its nobu
(Hey)
Tell em come thru come thru
(Yeahyeah)
Tell em come thru come thru
(Tell em to come)
Tell them boys come thru
hey...hey Leroy...Leroy yeah did you hear about that boy Mike Tyson?
Mike...Mike Tyson he's the boy that played football from Montreal ain't he?
no
Sing it to them Nate Dogg (HEY)(sing it man)
Back in the days I use to like bitches (uhh)
But I tell you now days Bitches Ain't Shit (Tell 'em
jury be VVSes
Kated by DTSes
Like Khalid shit we the best and
I tell em hoes I don't wanna talk
Just leave a message
Automatic stash boxes so they
Can
the guy's head in the fifthteen row?
Hey Leroy, you read the paper? that boy done lost his mind
[Prince, Barber] there was press conference to see what
feeding leaches that's eatin'
Then that could really begin to put a dent in expenses
Then again, Em, you'll be paying for this bill
Because we all can tell
(bling)
Pussy say he want some smoke, someone get em the hookah
This ain’t gone be too pretty
Spin the block till we get dizzy
Soulja boy yea we get silly
said "Before the sheriff comes I wanna tell you," Said "Listen boy
Learn to hoist a jack and learn to lay a track learn to pick and shovel too
And take
degree
Hop inside and come skert with me
Don't pay attention to the absurdest things
Can tell by your face that
You heard some things
Girl so sad now
Yeah Yeah Cassidy and I ain't
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy
to my old ways
Pray that my faith is just not a phase
Greg run it back tell em what to say (what to say)
Hey Hey Hey
When the rain falls down
And there's
Anime drop top, I look like Inuyasha.
Yo, back on the track, it's the anime master.
Holes on my dick, Cowboy Bebop when I'm blastin.
Soulja boy tell'em
took a half a pill
I'm on some dumb shit
By the way (hey), what he say? (Hey)
He can tell I ain't missing no meals (hey)
Come through and fuck him
Mhm Prince
Hey... Tell yo nigga that y'all done
Tick tick tick I'm the bomb
5 4 3 2 I'm the one
Hold on, Chico, Mike Vick, tell em run
Hey... Say I
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