Lyrics:
the background
Cause if music and money is the motive then you're so gimmick
Who's to tell me I can't have a trillion dollar grilled cheese sandwich?
Boy stop
Bingo
Bingo
Bingo
Bingo
Bingo
Bingo
Bingo
Ah,
It's Gucci, Soulja,
It's Gucci, Soulja Boy Tell Em'
It's Gucci
Burr burr
Pass by in my
[Soulja Boy]
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, This the remix
V.I.C. You already know what it is man
It's ya folk Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Checkin' in everything
we the best
And I'm down in Miami
Ridin' in the phantom
Somewhere by south beach
Soulja boy tell em
Got a million dollar mouth piece
On my dog
like soulja boy tell em and they parents they can't see it they blind they wonder why they kids talking bout soulja boy all the time(all the time) they
of people glad
glad glad yea glad I do it from
the heart and if I wasn't gonna finish man why would I even start?
Im soulja boy tell em and my
life is
you Owe me some
That chain is fake but I'm a Phony one
Signed my soul to slave we blowing up
Foreign whip and bitch I know we dumb
I look at me like
to that last boy
Ain't nobody 'round me clap
Disrespect this shit, he on your ass, boy, that's my lil' soulja there
You can pull up anytime of day, bet
I be chillin by my lonesome
Feel like they don’t fuck with me
Acting like you know sum
Nigga youn know bout me
I’m Posted up on k block right
runs it
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
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
that put your ho up on a mission
Yeah I got your main thing blowing kisses
Lift the doors on the Lambo', hit the switch
I got the .40 on me haul
a fetus
Na I don't need your rap bars on my remix
Turn Soulja Boy tell ’em
Into Soulja Boy teethless
Ask about the kid, JID, older boys preaching
Teaching
done changed)
What you doing? You got bitches blowing you kisses
Oppositions sending death wishes, either way, it make me no difference
I done out did
nigga you would never be (oh na, na, oh na)
Oh na, na, oh na
Oh na, na, oh na
Oh na, na, oh na
You tell me that you make big moves
But tell 'em what you
it's some fire ass tree you can tell by the smell and the ladies looking good in they 2 piece put my chicken on the napkin to soak up the grease black n
rubber bands
They stealing swag like a damn coverman
I'm the first rapper in the world like Soulja Boy
But now evolved you can call me Soulja Man
You can
up spots
I got Hood ass homies
Been toting the glocks
And they gone shoot 'til I tell em to stop
Bitch, I been a Hot Boy so the
Cold don't fect me
I'm from New Orleans
hand
Go and get me some, break 'em off with my pump
I gots to come through and I gots to get dumb
Boys steady swerving
Picking 'em up at Sterling
Gots
hand
Go and get me some, break 'em off with my pump
I gots to come through and I gots to get dumb
Boys steady swerving
Picking 'em up at Sterling
Gots
And tell em' I really miss em'
And your boy be back
When I'm through with my mission
(As days go by) I'm missing you baby
Patiently waiting
For you
I tell a pussy
Choppa blowing kisses from behind the bushes
They won't know what hit em they not even looking
I done came up off quarter weed
Back
Hold up
Thats what they yellin' when I'm in it
Hold up
Me and all my benjis grinnin'
Hold up
Your lady still blowing kisses
Hold up
Too busy handling
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga
[Verse Two: B.G.]
Give me a can of gas,
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