Lyrics:
of the phrase paid dues
And if you wanna emcee, you better study the craft
Or you might get cut up and laughed at by some guys that kinda hate you
Now I ain't
much to tell the truth, make em dance and never lose
Keep my business out the news except for when the album's due
Get duped into a record deal,
Buttoned up, Tom Ford
Head stay on a swivel, they want your boy in a morgue
But fuck 'em, I want a war
Butt fuckin' 'em slow, raw
Pertaining only
consist of
Batteries on robberies, pistol charges, and murder
I know I'm the realest nigga ya heard of besides Pac
Got niggaz screaming Soulja from
stand em
Chorus: repeat 4x
If I die I'm take 10 niggaz with me
Take ten niggas with me
Verse 2: ?
I make it know I'ma killa by nature (nature)
Ain't no
If I catch a opp nigga I'm go and get my troll on
Nigga they be talking hella shit I told em move along
I don't want no fame tell them bitches I want
credit score, shit was lookin' hella low
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
I'm an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check
the eyes still tell her lies
Off kilter rhymes provided by the slime
Some of em survived but most of my niggas died
I was on the line
Life was on the line
kinda loud from the muffler
Like DAMN when I profile at the Rucker
Bitches (Got Game), I'm (Above the Rim)
Call my gun Magnolia Soulja Slim
Do "The Freak"
noe da police yo gurl sucked
on my dick nd it felt like she had no teeth soulja
boy tellem that i am a beast man in hip hop i go ham
now lets have
locking it
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up,
the microphone ripper
Back in the days, I acted in ways
Like a young B-boy
Now I be that B-boy with an album named BE
Girls smile at me and say they like that
Song
Beach soulja, hold ya horses
Porsche's, Rolls, Royce's
Decisions, choices, make 'em
Puerto Rican face, but her booty is Jamaican
Breasts Brazilian,
my nigga dee money new album ya heard me,
called LIFE AFTER HURRICANCE KATRINA, It's CHOPPER CITY yo dee say something 2 em right qick
[Dee Money
recording in my closet
I guess I aint got it
Cause even when I
Drop another album this year
These kids want Morgan Wallen
Somehow Soulja Boy still poppin'
of purchases from the back of the album
And send 'em to Tommy Boy Records in care of "Dante the Scrub"
1747 First Avenue, New York, New York 10128
For those
ditches
Hopin' they don't search them mugs
Why you think I'm so religious boy I'm blessed from up above
All them houses I done hit
All them souljas' I
much money, need a money counter
Got some bad bitches in here
Tryna leave with me
And a nigga never fuckin' doubt 'em
Gotta leave a fuckin' album
I be
really one of a kind to em
Yeah
Super Saiyan tell me what you sayin
Talking all that shit and then claim you playin
Tough talk don't suite you like
for the cause?
Take a step back, hold up (L-O-G-I-C)
Put the city on the map with the city on my back
Let 'em know you're never ever goin' back
never get attached to 'em
Give 'em nice things, but what's that to 'em?
Especially when another girl I flew in is flickin' up in my bathroom
And they
Ayy welcome to the middle of the album cuh
I know y'all fuck with the first half fasho
But look ayy real shit
The second half of the album gon be
a bishop atleast
Had so many fathers tell their sons
Boy try to be like him
Now they can't even talk to him
They daddy say stay away from the boy
He looking
the room
I guess we'll both find out, album coming soon
Yeah
And by the way, I'm the best up out my city and I know I am
I woke up 4AM
Just to tell you
Discuss these by album soulja boy tell em Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In