Lyrics:
the old "tell it like it is" speech
I'm thinking you better start by hearing the word "practical"
Right here, right now, today
Where's the exit?
watch your playe im in the stu im tryna crash a 808 they want me dead i tell em try dont get shit twisted we put niggas in the sky i wonder why i haven’t
space
Now I'm here all on ya face
You lying, that's the end of the case
I don't expose
I go leave em froze
I go by the code
Thats right
Dont gotta tell me
wanna be a girl's best friend)
Ooh, boy, who you lookin' at like that? (Mh)
When I walk by, tell me, what do you see? (Yeah)
You see a young LL Cool
out with all disrespect"
These rappers don't like me when I interfer
And I know these boys, they ain't feelin' me clear
But I got 'em all by the ear
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'
going down boy too bad fuck ya, sorry for ya
Listen let's not to get shook, but I ain't the one to come lookin'
Cause all I can tell the police is, I am
they text me sexy pics of 'em
Like them abs when there's six of 'em
Tell them girls I'm sorry
I like boys
Mama, boys like me (I like boys who like
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
just hit em' when I get em
That boy a Soulja Livin' True, nigga, he treat this shit like a religion
OG in the streets, think what you doin', I done did
better, cuz I'm baking everyday
Unaffected by the hate,You a lame and you late
Its a shame, its a shame, Ha I'm still getting paid
If we beef like Soulja
'em, "It's late, and it's getting dark in here
And I know it's to time to go
But before I leave the lineup
Boys, there's just one thing that I'd like
old story, guts and no glory
They try and low ball me, do em like Joe Torre
I reintroduce myself to the world, nigga I'm Jerz
I'm a artist, I paint
Lord, I think I need a hitman
Tell Biggie I'm a big fan
Ooh my pockets on biggie smalls
And your pockets on stickman
I just came from the gun store
I
involved
There's stories to tell, we been through it all, damn
Interviews are like confessions
Get the fuck up out my dressing room, confusing me with
say you're so fake
And as the days go by, you can't forget
The way I make you feel like shit
MC's like you, I've seen 'em before
You keep
Yea
Gwap Manny G
Let's get it
I'm balling tell em d up
I'm balling tell em d up
I'm balling tell em d up
I'm ballin tell em d up
I'm ballin tell em d
Smook (x3) Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, SODMGdotcom
White lam' that's, swag
Pull up to the club, I pop tags
Lil' Dre or Lil Smook?
360 bands, panoramic roof
liek lebron
Chase down liek lebron (yeuh uhh)
I-I got tha wock in my backpack
I feel liek soulja boy kno that I crank dat
Whippin mclaren (woo0oo0o) u
(E-E-Enrgy made this one)
(Huuuuuh)
(That boy Enrgy on that mothafucka)
(Ha ha ha ha)
(We in the mothafucking stu with it nigga)
(Shh!)
(Mergo!)
Keep
Yeah
Check Check
Gotta make sure this muthafucka right
It's ya nigga Amaan in this
Look
I could tell you all about some real things
Only if you
Down
Royal, call 911
You can tell the difference between the flow on blow and wishin'
My Interview didn't you listen? I always switch it up
I'm thinking that
What's up baby boy! (Ho!)
Thought I had to talk to you again, missing you (Hey, ey, ey, ey)
Peanut is missing you DA's missing you
Rashad is missing
them Filas cause my cousin pack them heaters
We don't wife 'em like Khalifa, we just party then we leave 'em
Tell 'em that we hittin', we don't really
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