Lyrics:
Freeze for police, you can forget about it
Kill a gorilla they go apeshit
Kill you a nigga they'll tell you congratulations
cpes death was mourn by
Are you ready?
Woo
Free, baby
Boy, when you look at me
Do you judge me by my cover?
Got to be kiddin' me
To think that I'm that kind of lover
men.
""Saloot yer lovely critters now swing an' let 'em go,
""Climb the grape vine 'round and round, boys let's do-ce-do!
""You Mavericks, join
Yeah, you hear that?
That's inevitability
You can't stop this shit, I'm too tapped in
Too loyal
Surrounded by a few of my niggas who did
That boy say he a bandit, aye
Broke heart feelin abandoned, aye
Pray to God he livin in famine (famine), aye
Wanna pull up McClaren’, aye
Everybody
living
Passing me by
Ohh baby ohh baby when I get high
Yeah
They would diss him every single time
I was just chilling
Paid em no mind
They was just living
Hey yeah boy yeah, I said what I said, hoe
Hey yeah boy yeah, I said what I said, hoe
Hey yeah boy yeah, said what I said, Luda
Ha still nobody
to get all political
But Mitt Romney don't plan to do shit for you
What the theory is, some like to won at night, we the areas
Tell em what it really
Rekkin shit for real
Buddy keep on saying he want smoke, tell em smoke some
Perfect time for RIP shirts and a go fund
Only bag I got on me is money,
things get better for you
'Cause I'ma make things get better for me
And keep it Doggystyle, hottest thing out the LB
The L-L-G wit D-P-G by the sea
We
living
Passing me by
Ohh baby ohh baby when I get high
Yeah
They would diss him every single time
I was just chilling
Paid em no mind
They was just living
hearings on my record
Tell em' other gangsters silence
For the record
Tell the world I know it's too late
Boys and girls, I think I gone cray
Drown inside my
missin' Like the kids on the carton of milk
Hey, I can snatch something bad outta the hood
And bring 'em back to the pad out by the woods
You know
Nigga slidin' (Helly, I'm fuckin' with you)
And I'm ridin' with 'em
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
I used to get the pack when I was young (Me
that chip on my body
Man fuck a shoulder
Tell em boys like I was soulja
Im the best in this here borough
Nigga trust me I been through
Golden
gas not filling up tanks
Running up street money on rolls like bank
So fresh I’m real Soulja boy I crank
Don’t forget my name
Verse:
From humble
pops, maybe he could tell ya better boy
Patient in the afterlife I'll waste ya in the after life
Even after my life haters be after my life
Cause I'ma
Tell niggas stop playing with me
Bitch I'm a big stepper
Gucci, Louis, Prada for the drip
Ohh yeah this big pressure,
Broski put a stamp on all his
the drugs
Then tell 'em boys come and get you
Then act surprised, tryna play crazy
When they see them bullets start to hit you
Me, I can't go, don't care
me
You could lose yo whole family trying to roll with me
Chorus x1
[Soulja Slim]
Now I know you don't want none of them boys
for you to get in them draws (uh-huh)
You ain't can have 'em on they back or on all fours
You ain't got to tell me, you feelin' this shit
'Cause I
on trades and they all get Knicked like Melo
Hello, Luda!
Tell theses other boys double up
Cause I got some work all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck
My
to the Feddy Govs
Sorry, my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes
Benz convoys with the wagon on the side
Only big boys keep deuces on the ride
Gucci
on some new fur
Little nigga can't you tell
I put the 'G' in Gucci when I drip as well
Put my drip up on the scale
I bet it weighs a ton, my shit ain't
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