Lyrics:
Now break his legs, arms, neck (yea).
[Chorus]
(Soulja boy tell em)
(S.O.D. money gang entertainment)
(I present to you the show stoppas)
(When
Noboul settin precedents
Stackin all these presidents
These ones stuck in my pocket
Man I turn em all to Benjamin's
Soulja 8 I represent
My people
They say the places we venture
A Christian shouldn't dare
Homie, that ain't holiness, it's fear
You scared
Homie, I swear, I won't sin by osmosis
the rot
Okay okay Soulja boy tell em Soulja boy tell em
Whats going on today mayne
How could he be selling cause he could snap and the beat is real heavy
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight
But I cannot, baby girl, and that's the issue
Girl, you know
to die but I don't wanna be next
I wasn't shit so I made the world call me fresh
I tell em Cautions calculate ya steps
Nobody's giviin hand outs better
way bigger than yours
Heavy weight Grammy's I carry
But some of y'all cannot relate
Some of these Niggas they hate
Fuck em we cannot relate
Some
and this my year
Na this my mellineum i got em
Soulja Boy Tell Em' That the name on my colladids
i sit back if a nigga disrespect
then he diseased RIP
rest
to Gary
I tip em like Ben and Jerry
We're in the special team
We kick it like Vinatieri
You listenin to the boy in the
Class that used to read slow
But now
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight
But I cannot, baby girl, and that's the issue
Girl, you know
ladies over
Tell em this is Y-M-E so when you come you cant leave sober
You would think she came with buttons by the way that I control her
Put her
lackin’
Pistol packin’, we gon’ hit between his arms wit’ a hammer
Bakin’ soda, my lil’ soulja, knock ‘em over, get ‘em right
Late at night we pop out, we
the colorss fool, I'm in the streets for real
I'm giggin' on these hoes, do 'em like dominos
I slam 'em on they back, and tell 'em, vámonos
I wanna rock
the colorss fool, I'm in the streets for real
I'm giggin' on these hoes, do 'em like dominos
I slam 'em on they back, and tell 'em, vamanos
I wanna rock
Soulja Boy tell em.
Uhh, bitch I look like Goku.
Bitch I look like Vegeta, im hoppin out that oldschool.
'64 Impala, swagged up.
Bitch I'm poppin
down the road
Right by the ocean
I got bitches (swag) on my toes (Dre)
(Pretty boy swag) Pretty boy swagging on
You fucking hoes (I do this)
This one for
Cause the streets aint where it is, foreal
(Rxnel Verse I)
Face gated I aint gotta tell ‘em
Who I is
Drive-by’s, look
We aint catching Ubers here
Aye…
"Bigger Picture"
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records
posted on Twitter or someone's away message
Refresh this
Game cos they all want something new
World to Soulja Boy everything he said was true
Chubby Boob
diamond dancing when I hit my shoulder lean Im Soulja Boy You'ing
Yea I'm not a regular human
So these niggas better cool out of they hubris
Cause fuck is
Soulja Reeboks
Crack rocks, high grade what you need I got
Serving to these fiends
Know it's wrong but I'm grown
I had to leave them childish games alone
The priest is like, "God's got him
He never did nothin' to nobody but them boys shot him"
Brandish iron, outlandish buyin'
Bentley Coupes, not braggin'
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em hopped up out the bed turn my swag on
Took a look in the mirror said what's up
Yeah I'm getting money oh
Hopped up out
be a felon or a witness, you dig?
All this money, murderin' is senseless
It is fuck 'em and tell 'em if
I ain't gon' feed 'em
All this money I'm
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