Lyrics:
kno how
I got tha boy nut
Man who want spit against my boy
He gon burn em i swear ta god nut flame
My nigga raw dizzy man iont think nobody in
The world
had me stressing
Know I'm not perfect, but I want to do what I can
So that I can look right by your side
Long as it's you greeting me
I can feel that
nigga that done been around the world sixty-one times (I want you for very long)
Coke Boy, baby
I was pushing that H by the izzo (by the izzo)
I was
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
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave (Jesus, Lord)
I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you,
on 'em but I ain't Soulja
I don't gotta put hands on 'em
Couple bands on 'em and this shit is over
She want it now pull up in a rover
Tryna spend the night
Airs (check)
Mean bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
All I need
That new coupe (got
Airs (check)
Mean bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
All I need
That new coupe (got
pack more punch than Tropical
Any mission possible, do what I gots to do
Labels gettin' butterfingers, and next they droppin' you
You think you know,
the people say
Cause they ain't putting paper in my pocket anyway I'm
Going all out and that's by any mean
By any means, by any means I'm going all out
Cause the streets aint where it is, foreal
(Rxnel Verse I)
Face gated I aint gotta tell ‘em
Who I is
Drive-by’s, look
We aint catching Ubers here
Aye…
Oh, I want you to know
To know that you are really special
Oh, I want you to know
To know that you are
I already got a song for my main chick
those necks little bitch
Til I leave em all dead
With a scene Slit6
Aye
Back when my homies were just laughin' on the track
I cut em off for a minute
By any means go hard for the bankroll in these streets
Bout that cash flow boy even when it ain't cold niggaz know I keep that heat
On my grind stay
I'm checking out who did it
When I stumbled on this girl
And I could tell that she was different
A couple hours later now I'm liking all her pictures
'm on the grind naw stop so there's wrestles
I'm always impressed to chicks wit no questions
'cause its ya boy Skoob but I'm smooth like Nesquik
I came wit heat,
the beer
The shit severe, I'm the realest nigga here
Chick with me
Ass so fat could fill up any chair
It's like a barber
Clippers coming with me 'errywhere
like Brek if any might step
I've got the whole game tryna bury my rep
I'm ahead by much more than twenty-nine steps
Still got more than you ain't got any
had to tell 'em bring it here
Bring it here, bring it here, bring it here
Got your body feeling crazy baby, know that I'm aware
And I ain't worried bout
it, man a chick can catch
Fire like Katniss Everdeen
No chicks can catch fire like any
One of my ex girls
Me, I couldn't breath, I needed space
That was
See what I'ma do is, like...
I just kinda want to be able to, you know...
Smoke by myself,
Without kinda being bothered by what a motherfucker had
why'all cats need to fall back
Holler! at your boy if you want to get rich
I got a town and they want it tonight, you got pounds
Well they one
a vulture
But imma crank that superman I’m feeling like a Soulja
Way to young to deal with any baby mama drama
Strapping up the Word when I’m putting on my
puff pass
Pull the truck up fast and I tell 'em
Hey, back in a touched up Jag, shit
Y'all niggas want Killa Cam, cerebellum
An old man just goin'
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