Lyrics:
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Nigga my heart beat slow & pump blood
Souljas been around wit before they had thugs
I'm gonna give it 2 ya raw I'm gon' tell it like it is
I'm
my lil' soulja there
Bitch, it's over, I thought I told you that
Ayy, you too messy, why you posting that?
I can really tell them boys to spin that
shades too silly cause they made by Cavalli
Jays so excited, you can't find 'em lil' buddy
I'm not Nick Cannon, but I'm "Wild'n Out" clubbin'
Watchin'
think that hard
I’m so real keep a 5th it’s all camo no flauge
Now lemme tell you bout this straight dawg
Keep that boy there on a leash
All I know
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
Watch when they walk by
Guys get the wondering eye
They rather get smacked then not look back
Tell you what's up with that
They see that wobble
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
remember I was a water boy
No wakin up n smellin roses we smelt gun smoke
Smoked em like piff we light yo ass up wen our guns blow
You Hea me talk in slangs
they ass so much, we dig 'em up and tell 'em, "Die again"
I can hit the club all by myself long as the strap is in
Niggas told me, all the rappers
(Soulja Boy Tell 'Em) soulja Boy on the beat
Yasss bish, yasss, yasss bish, yasss
Yasss bish, yasss, yasss bish, yasss
Yasss bish, yasss, yasss
to finish a burrito
Leave 'em sitting half finished like a water cup and
I'm not like ya boy
I look at him and him's worth nothing
And your music taste is...
MUST BE PLAYIN',BOY BOY BOY YOU MUST BE PLAYIN'/
BOY YOU MUST BE PLAYIN' 'CAUSE YOU COULDN'T BE THAT SERIOUS/
[OUTRO]:
YOU KNOW IM SERIOUS/
WHEN I TELL
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
ragin'
All over
Hey, stop that
That stomp knocked me outta my hat
Who's that abusin' piano?
Tell me his name, because he's boun' f' fame
'N how'd he
Not knowing the disconnect from the father
The next generation will be the real victims
I can't fault 'em really
I remember Amber told my boy no
'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these
'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these
Beach soulja, hold ya horses
Porsche's, Rolls, Royce's
Decisions, choices, make 'em
Puerto Rican face, but her booty is Jamaican
Breasts Brazilian,
playin' until they see your ass go pro
Houdain
Soulja Soulja Yeah, yeah, hey, yeah
It's a whole new quarter get em fined he ain't showin' love
I had merch
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
like, boys like me
You want a cutie with booty like pow!
Deeper than a mile, earrings shine like tadow!
I'm a real bitch, so you know I do real
[Verse 1:]
Watch when they walk by
Guys get the wondering eye
They rather get smacked then not look back
Tell you whats up with that
They see that
You remind me of a folder
Push me down and I heat up like a toaster
That boy is a Soulja
I hate these niggas more than I hate being sober
I can't
(Hey baby, you wanna go out?)
(You wanna go out honey?) Flossy P
(Spend any money?) You see this bitch here?
(Come here cutie, hey, come here)
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