Lyrics:
on her (bah-bah-bah)
You been a doja, word to Doja Cat (Coke Boys, baby)
Call you Soulja Slim 'cause we don't know ya clap (ah)
Who you stuntin' on? My
You mad at the world 'cause they don't love you for your true reflection
You mad at my girl, treat hoes like shoes, rotate a new collection
Tell them like I’m Soulja boy the first one did it
on her (bah-bah-bah)
You been a doja, word to Doja Cat (Coke Boys, baby)
Call you Soulja Slim 'cause we don't know ya clap (ah)
Who you stuntin' on? My
Might get 'em tatted on my face because them niggas dead (rest in piss)
Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my old friends, man, them bitches mad (they cut off)
could fool around and make me mad
I'm a little dysfunctional, don't you know?
If you push me, it might be bad
Get a little emotional, don't you know?
Castro in the Buildin'
Ay Ar in the Buildin'
Let's get it!
SQUAD
It's your boy Sub Z in a white Avalanche
Y'all can't touch me, y'all don't even have
do, holla from the bottom, yell it from the roof
T-t-tell 'em what it do, I don't care about your curfew
I'll tell you when I'm through boy
I can
rockstar
Black boy, black boy, we don't get your culture and
We don't care what our government's done to fuck you over, man
Don't tell us your
don't play that
I done came back with a song of my own
Timbaland on the matter feel, tell 'em it's on
P-T I'm a cruise, I'm a cruise, I'm a cruise control
gyally chaser
Dem boy don't ride dem boy fakers
Don't ride dem boy fakers
She cut thru looking like a bad ting
She the type of girl to a brudda do a mad
shirts, socks and sandels
Keep the God in me, the Hova Ja knew Allah in me
Ball wit' me, don't tell 'em who saw when 'bout to squall wit' me
Fall wit'
the middle finger
Showin off the index ring
Yeah I know my index stink
Cheddar diamonds, yellow rings
It's Soulja Boy Tell 'Em man
and my chain and the friends
poppin now
U cant get mad cause we poppin now
See pussy niggas we point em out
U cant get mad cause we poppin now
U cant get mad cause we poppin now
U
like they're up to no good
You take 'em to a label
Now who sits behind the table?
Some jewish mothafucka that don't know shit
Tryin' to tell y'all
Pronto on the bread like cold cuts
Nothing but exotic when I roll up
Hop in the foreign do doughnuts
Yeah yeah
I tried to tell em like Soulja
Yeah yeah
Ima
Like a motherfucking Boss!
If I want it I'm a get it, it don't matter what it cost
You ain't gotta take my word, ask them boys down south
You ain't gotta
told 'em I don't know shit
I talk a lot of shit like I got Halitosis
Niggas be mad, what they be mad at?
Bitches be broke, with they sad ass
I'ma get
days and years past when you add it up that's life boy
My young nigga said Josh I ain't you ion work for these white folk
Big Soulja got the Draco I got
(yeah)
What up, Left Eye? (what up?), what up, Aaliyah? (what up?)
Yeah, TEC-9 close by, touch 'em up (yeah)
I shoot niggas in the mouth, boy, pucker up
I draw the line between yours and mine
And make sure you don't get lit up
Hit ha on the mother fickin set when dip
Dogg pound motherfucking gangsta
souljas
Not my glime boy I don't know ya'
Wanna talk then we gon' show ya'
Let the K sing just like woosah (Shee)
Shee
I know she gon' fuck cause I got
They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death
We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same
But what did we gain by givin'
and the pain
("Don't get too close because
You might get shot, boy")
Years and years of that rough life
Runnin' crazed and wild as a kid
And growin' tough with
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