Lyrics:
searching I slid right by em
These Niggas be mad
Cuz I'm in my bag
And I'm in my Sack
And I'm getting cash
They check they account and that shit looking
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
Nah Shootout Ayye, Nah Shootout Ayyee,
Nah Shootout Ayyee, Nah Shootout Ayyee
(Soulja Boy Tell Em)
[Verse 1:]
Its time to do my dance, pullin up my
what you mean? (Soulja Boy Tell 'Em)
You ain't on no bean, nigga what you mean?
I don't blow that stank, nigga what you mean?
I don't sip that
stuck to the plan
Yeah (Sheesh)
They get so mad when they look at the co
They get so mad when we tell 'em qo qo
They get so mad when we tell 'em qo qo, qo
fakin'
We come through in Mercedes and shoot you
You'd think Call of Duty would make it
Bacon, I get my moolah off top
He don't give me my moolah, off top
don’t do stupid shit they won’t expose ya)
[you let ‘em get you out your body]
She wanna slide with a TALIBÄN’er
With a all black bitch I don’t want
Feeling fine
Poppin' trunk
Tippin' dine
But we do it for h-town
Tell them boys its time to lay it dine
Tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
Cause we
to do it, youngin
And these pussy niggas gon' tell up on me
I feel yo' pain, my slime
Just trust me and I could get you through the rain, my five
[Verse 1]
Soulja Boy Tell Em.
Runnin With It.
Gotta Get A Black Mask,
Cant See Me, SouljaBoyTellEm.
Im On The Beat.
I'm Undefeat. Tid,
Did Yo
guide
Don't stand to close like a 5G Tower
When I drop these niggas be choppa hot
Better stand your ass by a fire hydrant
I was riding with some fuck boys
trust
Friend or foe, enemies or hoe
I don't know who tah dust
Bitches tell me it ain't even, so I don't know who tah fuck
Now look, I ride with ridahs,
came here to relax but if it gets mad
Mek a young boy take man's tings
Try tell me I'm way too big to rebel?
Nah, man, you're never too big to rebel
came here to relax but if it gets mad
Mek a young boy take man's tings
Try tell me I'm way too big to rebel?
Nah, man, you're never too big to rebel
get, the more my ambition tells there's more
I'll move an eighth for that girl, I'll move a half for that boy
Then I flip that,double up, kick back,
get, the more my ambition tells there's more
I'll move an eighth for that girl, I'll move a half for that boy
Then I flip that,double up, kick back,
(every pussy nigga hatin')
Sheesh (bitch you guessed it) , damn
Fuck em, fuck em, nigga get out my section
Don’t want to see him
I don’t want to touch him
Why you mad, thinkin' 'bout the times we had
Devil on my fkn back
Pistol grip that's what she said
I don't care about the racks
Fantasizing bout'
Hip Hop is Stuck With Me
I don't fuck around with no, Sneak dissers
Pretty boy ass kissers
Talking foul behind a keyboard, flagging like you a killer
sheets
Made a Franchise boy ohh I think they like me
Twenty on three get gars and a white tee
Looking in the mirror he the only one that hype me
All these
who we was
I know I got em mad but i don't give a fucc
Yea I know they really hate me but I don't give a shit
I can tell the difference between a foe
[Master P]
Represent yo hood, boy, tell me where you from (oh ooh)
We gon get this bitch crunked and we gon tear the club up
Represent yo hood, boy, tell me
kitty
Fast
I get an o for like fiddy
Gas
No I don't smoke with no biddy
Pass
Spider gang titty committe
Ass
Helter skelter
Kill all
up its murder dont hurt em
Oooo you gonna get a nigga shot
Im a g so i gotta hit the spot tell your friends to give me lit cuz ima thot
Ironic im
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