Lyrics:
Jordan 'em
Number one albums what I got, like four of 'em
More of them on the way, the eighth wonder on the way
Clear the way, I'm here to stay
Y'all
Ay
I like 'em thick, show that ass on the gram get a heart on yo flick
And when she walk by me, a nigga get brick
'Cuz I'm hook on the way she be
Torso-Boy
So what's he complaining about?
Say, that reminds me of another amusing anecdote
This guy comes up to me on the street
And he tells he hasn't
shit was so trash
Speaking of albums my shit was a classic I got em like what he on next
When I drop all them niggas that slept on ya boy finna act
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
the M-I-crooked
Just to make 'em peep what I'm cookin', I love Mississippi
I put a studio in my partner kitchen
So by the way I'm whippin you would think I'm
WANT IT
PROLLY COULDA BEEN LIKE MIKE (I AINT JOKIN)
TOO BUSY TRYNA MAKE A HIGHLIGHT, (NOT SCORING)
NO MORE LIVING WITH PYRITE LIKE IT’S GOLDEN
I TELL EM
/ I See Dis Shit Clearly Now / Devil Can Hear Me Now / Yea I Walk By Faith, But This Here Rod Gone Help Me Clear it Out / Have You Ever Gave Yo Last
offended
If that's your friend tell her to step in this my bredrin
Been in the dance since Soulja boy go and tell em
I'm a simple man I go with the first
serve them dope boys
I see so many crack babies and laid bitches
Out by the bus stop hounded for a nigga's riches
I just fuck em' then duck em' and then
stop all dat talking
Bitch just roll my tree
Just bout that draco
got dat Soulja boy rite by my seat
Fuck these niggas mane
Dz niggas don't know bout
(preach)
Gary, Indiana, Chi Town man (tell 'em som')
Y'all know better represent my boy Freddie
Gibbs spittin' that hot shit (let's go)
Come on
Yo, I'm
confused
The last album raised the bar, but this gon' tear off the roof
Read all about it, get your fix in, I'm independent
Ain't got a deal, but I can tell
about cash let's go get it
Lil boy um greatest but i still have to prove it
Ward 25 is my hood an i run it
If you're talking about cash let's go get it
me I was done
I got a daughter so I gotta move smarter
Gotta go a little harder gotta show 'em I'm the one (The one)
They use to tell me, they use
a Costco pack of rubbers in my gutter
This boy is pipin' hot please go and run and tell your mother
Yeah confess ya love for me right on the couch
Wait for
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Shake a real nigga hand errtime u
See em' see em' see em'
Young Flashy Nigga shinin'
Like i got on 3m 3m 3m 3m
Label nigga wanna sign me tell em' I
boutta splurge 50
Tell them bitches if they pussy smell like fishes I ain’t swimming (no)
Bumping Soulja slimmy gotta nigga feeling wicked
And Yea I’m
love you
So tell em' I said fuck you
Yeah I said fuck you (Yeah yeah)
I snuck in Drake's house when he was alone inside (Uh oh)
You can say I have
deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring the alarm!
Another sound boy dyin, hot irons
Slugs flyin out the hardware
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