Lyrics:
it in my eyes
I ain't playin' wit 'em homie
Yeah I'm strapped when I ride
You real nigga yeah he keep it way hood
To govern a bitch, I make Georgia
hundred coming out of Arizona
Ima load em in the focus
Drive them bitches to Dakota
Have my white boy trail me case they try to pull me over
Bitch you know
gettin leathal an I,
you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt,
drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work,
make 'em
you
My soulja gone, lord why it happened how it happened, like what we do wrong
If ion make it wit this rappin then just send me home
Money low, guns
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
Verse 1
Tell me what you wanna do wit me, like mj you give me butterflies-
And I, feel so fantastic, when you by my side-
When you down to ride when
Bigger
We All In The Jungle Snakes And Gorillas
You A Lil Rat I Can Tell By Yo Figure
Ain’t Givin No Warning Bussin’ On The Trigger (Yay)
I Wanna Run Wit
moving like the laws of inertia
Before these Carolina boys come hurt 'cha
Better tell 'em bout it
They can't stop me, naw, they can't stop me
They keep
the energy is the bomb
I can tell that you fascinated by the way we rhyme
And we flow like with the mo like
Mo strike wit the fire
Baby I know you say it
tell thru ur lies ain't gettin em by (no u gettin em by)
Babies in the vacant (Elly bae)
2010 you wasn't fcukin wit my shoe game
I went from he got
pleas now, it ain't a secret
Trying to be niggas you can't even speak with
You can't run, you can't hide
Bad Boy 'till the day we die
Tell they all
touchin' more diesel than Shaq old lady boy
You did it I done it I get I punish
The shit that I come wit'll separate a rib from a stomach
I'm the boss
Draco
This your boy Soulja Boy, man (Soulja Boy Tell 'Em)
It's Big Draco by the way (Souja)
You already know what's goin' on (yeah)
Yes, sir,
Yeah
You can get anything you want
Just keep it real wit' me
Know how to play yo' cards and deal 'em smart
When you deal wit' me
Got love for my gang
rather have the digits than daps (tell 'em)
So give me the haps, do you want the meat or the scraps? (come on)
Put heat on my naps, and now my hair look
on your shoulders
Smashin' these ems like I'm hulc wit a boulder
They thinc I'm high got the eyes of a stoner
Fall in depression my mind sincin' lower
and they keep honkin'
People look at me and they see money
I'm a boss, d-money load em' people up
My phone gon' keep jumpin' they like "Ball
Is it weed or is
Tell em free my nigga out the slammer
Black and white whips
Designer on kicks
Got me feeling like a panda
Put a dot on his legs
Can't stand up
All
I'm hot
We can party like a rockstar nonstop
Here?s what she told ya boy, she likes that soulja boy
She cranked up the ten, cruisin in the benz
I
chips you can tell em to dash; Gone tell a hater dip like this
Take your 2 feet you can walk wit it; Move it to the East then you walk wit it
Fly it out
yea yea)
In your mind, I call my pistol cause it stay by me (Uh-huh)
That's like my brother, lucky mothers
We ain't nothin to see (Uh-huh)
a chance
Dropped sixty-grand, just to hold up my pants (Ha Ha!)
Still got the chevy, spent a grip on the Lambo
Twelve carats in my ear just to show em what I
me nobody
When the guns drawn they're so sorry
Sprayin' niggas now the Lord got em
Bullets out the barrel make your body jerk
Fuck wit my money
[Chorus]
[Talk:] Ay Ya'll Hit Up
Ay Ay Soulja Boy Tell Em
Im Out
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