Lyrics:
go and get yourself a decent job, couldn't you?
EX-LEPER
Look, sir, my family has been in begging six generations. I'm not about
to become
clowns,after that last post on insta he was lost found,it's my dawg birthday he don't won't sh*t but a drako,I'm on that block just like a lego,tell your b*tch
right on top of me
Pilf my way to the lottery
I'd say on God, no stopping me
Can't stop a G, cuz honestly
Dem lad try body me got bodied
Tell em, tell em
future wifey
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, yeah
You can be my Bonnie, I can be your Clyde
You could be my wife, text me, call me
I need you in my life, yeah,
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
kno nun bout that nigga but I can tell that he hoe
Watching me like he my bitch, watch this glizzy til it blow
Tryna run and hit the gate but when it's
back
Tell me where yo homies at
Hol' up
Where yo homies at
Aye
Pull up, bench 'em
With my niggas, know we wrenchin'
Yea, smellin' like that 'juana
I
Go and get me some
Break em off with my pump
I gots to come through and I gots to get dumb
Boys steady swervin
Pickin em up at Sterling
Gots
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
future wifey
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, yeah
You can be my Bonnie, I can be your Clyde
You could be my wife, text me, call me
I need you in my life, yeah,
door open
so a nigga can come in there real slow.
Yeah.
You got a job, I got a life, you got a man, I got a wife
Baby girl, baby boy, that's
them boys know, flip phone I be foldin em
Fillin up my foreign ride with petroleum
I gotta ride on boy, gotta bring the noise
Rent my car, gotta hit me
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 broke to me still exist
But you know what?
..God slapped me with a gift
I’d double down on the clique
We Souljas.. yea
Yea I say you know what
(Uh)
get em
Shoot!
Let me get em
Nah shootout ayye, nah shootout ayyee, nah shootout ayyee, nah shootout ayyee
(soulja boy tell em)
[verse 1:]
Its
and I'm gonna be waitin' on em by myself with my pistols with me
ain't nann nigga gon' ride, like I'm gon' ride for me
and ain't nann nigga gon die, like
got the drink in his cup
Told that bitch we goin' up
Tonight, bitch we goin' up, whoa
Tonight bitch we goin' up
Tell my bitch we goin' up, whoa
your boy confused
Though I'm not convinced
Would tell you washed up
But your flow is drenched
Let me clear my throat let
Me spit these quotes
And tell
feeling dim
I'm in to win, get up in that water, boy you better swim
Lil boo done hit my line, I ain't for tricking better get your man
He come around She
niggas
What you ain't heard, boy, I ride with these niggas
I die with these niggas
Did a drive by with my forty five 'cause I'm down with these niggas
niggas
What you ain't heard, boy, I ride with these niggas
I die with these niggas
Did a drive by with my forty five 'cause I'm down with these niggas
the beam that I showed him, that I keep by my scrotum
I seen him I sold him, I leand him I told him
The Demons arose and, bullets, pull it, at a hour just
is luxury
At some point in life
You gotta learn to let it come and go
O-o-only if the math is real
Stay on my job, grind with my squad
Make no
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
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