Lyrics:
sing, ooh
(Just tell 'em, tell 'em that)
Ah, cool
(Walking with Jesus Christ)
(Walking with the Lord)
wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Should’ve thought about that
Back when I didn’t have anything
Y’all mad I passed
Now they all up on the boy
Young king from Illinois
Yet you be hearing me
your girl then delete,
Tell her lies, yes indeed,
Spent 3 bags, no receipt,
Big man from the 244,
Roll deep with the boys in a 4 by 4,
You’re dumb if
Divide my heart by four
Oh which one do I choose?
What do I do?
Why can't I just love all of you?
My love quotient is divided by boys
In this wonderful
They ask me why I be bussin' these shots, and I tell 'em I do it for fun
Yeah I was gone for a minute, I'm back and now I'm on yo head like a bun
All
at the age of eighteen
That kid who never quite felt the love
A growing boy so badly needs
I'd tell him not to care about the money
That all the other kids
know my attitude bad so he don't want no static
He turn the cheek then I smack it
He throw it back and I grab it like oop
Tell 'em dick is thick
I tell
What I say goes
Anything
I get that
So what's up
Tell me
What is it
You looking at
You amazed
By the tricks I play
Put em in a daze
Ace behave
Once you
no flight shit
Just tryna light shit
You ever try this
I do this for my boy dont you dare tell me that it’s different
TreDay on the track shhh daddy
this mountain on top of a cold summit
You know I got hoes coming, tell em no do-scussion
Tell my brother to roll something, don't act like you owed
They probably spit on my grave for real
I split 'em like Puffy and Mase for real
'Cause I got a budget to waste for real
Hit-boy on the drum
more time than a rape right now
Tell me why them crazy white boys can tote a gun but I can't right now
Yea I had felonies, I done did dirt in the streets
get you more time than a rape right now
Tell me why them crazy white boys can tote a gun but I can't right now
Yea I had felonies, I done did dirt in
what's left behind
And what's to come in the same introduction of a king
Just know everything coming can only give birth to the principle that by any means
Tell 'em, tell 'em, we don't...we aren't groupies
Howard
Yeah
We only like musicians for friends
That's right
You, you know, you understand?
We still
know it
Wanna bring it you ain't ready for it
No right now what's ya tell em go get boy
And lights out
And nigga I ain't playing with ya
Come any
out. You know, we've been told to protect our outer man while our inner man is dying. (offstage) Oh, this is the one.
Boy I'll tell ya, God made him for
on esir boy I got esir boy now tell me who got some
Somebody you tuned into nigga just got off on
If you don't know than o sone cause this is
The sum up
sinner
Rolls Royce Corniche, sweepin' me off my feet
New bitches they by the fleet and we do em' all by the week
Taz' angels just wanna chill, jewelers
they're all weirdos
Like yeah, Stormz gone clear
Never had a Tom Ford or a Moncler
Mandem are calm, but you see my don there?
Fuckeries, tell 'em don't
they're all weirdos
Like yeah, Stormz gone clear
Never had a Tom Ford or a Moncler
Mandem are calm, but you see my don there?
Fuckeries, tell 'em don't
gun away
I tell them yeah right
Boy I'll [Voice Talking] shoot em'up cause I ain't tryna fight
And I ain't dying tonight I'm trying to scoop me some
and use the pay phone when I ran out of minutes
I can tell by your homie tone that y'all ain't bout your business
Big homie always use to put me on he
Discuss these anything by soulja boy tell em Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In