Lyrics:
Set the place on fire
I don't know I might dream yeah
Eh Soulja tell 'em
You know I'm on your mind, please give me your mind
Do it so sublime, all
all the work I put in (for real)
I'm so Brooklyn
We needed opportunities, so we took 'em (gimme that!)
I'm so Brooklyn
Pop up with the tools at ya
hit her with the young dick and make that bitch suicidal...
[Lil Wayne:]
Nigga please, would you tell yo sister, babymama, wife, stop callin me I'm
I'm still that same lil' nigga playin' with double figures, yeah (Glizzock)
And if you play, you lay, boy, don't end up a victim, yeah, yeah (get shot)
them
and I keep it cocked at all times come look at him
I'm inviting you to danger
You best to be a banger
One that don't miss I'm TRU to this I'
Soulja Boy Tell em
(I gotcha)
Yeah, Justin Bieber
(That's me)
She's a rich girl
(She's a rich girl, rich girl)
Yeah
She's a rich girl
Buying all
it go
See where I'm from they got hoes that grind
On the block all day gotta respect they mind
They'll cut you up, they'll mace you too
and they got
It's Mancala/
KBO Made Castle I'm Tryna Provide Like It/
Right Hand On The Bible/
Chorus:
All my souljas with me On The Way Up/
Came From The Bottom
And the children have been scarred, no one's here to care 'bout 'em
And fash out, to all the rappers that helped out
Yea we like it they calling y'all, but fuck
your woo game won't work think
You a soulja I'm a put him on a camoflauge shirt
Berg, Weezy, look what I did to 'em choppa style
Gon' and put a cig
She ain't got shit to offer but coochie
All that fake love how you lose me
(Fake ass love)
Bitch, I feel like Goon 'cause
I'm a real deal stepper
drought..
Cause them boys will take you out
[Master P]
Nigga thuggin' in the hood so I'm still in the game
I'm out that Calliope nigga, bout to let my nuts
went vacant I'm partially faded and partly angered
I'm hypnotized by the caution taping and coffins laid in
The dark we pray in just wantin answers from
Some D's On That Bitch)
[Chorus:]
Ayyyy Soulja Boy Chillin Dog
I Just Got My Report Card
Looked At It All F's
Took It To Tha Teacher Desk
(Throw Some
rock, jig, crank, lean that to the left
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, rubberbands still on my neck
(Hey!) Watch me jig this here
(Hey!) Watch me walk it out
(Hey!)
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
rapper because all you suck
I severe the weakest niggas who not on my pedigree
Because on the tombstone its as hard as it will ever be
I'm judged by my
rapper's
I'm fresh, I'm cool, dapper
All white tennis shoes, look like napkins
I'm strapped, yup I keep that clappa
I point that thing directly at ya
em like a Soulja
Keep on floating By
I'm the chosen child
Thas I'm asking why
So I can take your pain
And turn it into mine
Man I don't mind
I got
a picture
I Play with her pussy
Like fisher- price Nigga
And we all know that
She dissed ya twice nigga
Move up out of my sight
Boy You a hype nigga
I'ma G
soulja I'ma drown someone Who Makaveli? I give you eight to ya belly For Killa Khadafi, please tell the cops to stop me My brother Seeky, I'ma ride all
Mhm Prince
Hey... Tell yo nigga that y'all done
Tick tick tick I'm the bomb
5 4 3 2 I'm the one
Hold on, Chico, Mike Vick, tell em run
Hey... Say I
melatonin
And speakin' of sleepin' on me they be dozin'
And word to Soulja, I'm that boy that's all facts
Put this big Draco in her, then she make it clap
crew
Split wigs for a living everydays thanksgiving
Motherfucker fuck y'all rides, we slides we dipping
Nigga the tanks, driven by the colonel Mr.
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