Lyrics:
fruity
Dick in the booty, my pants is Ksubi
Boy's watch is foolish, bitch work at Hooters
They said I couldn't do it
Tell 'em I do this
They boy alley oop
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
been blowing 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
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
these cyphers?
I treat 'em like they a war, don't want no mediators
Nah, this that grow up in the P's behavior, next door to the greezy neighbors
MLK Boulevard
I'm good on any MLK Boulevard
See my vision with a TEC, bitch, I'm Malcolm X
Haters dreadin' my effect, they want that Das EFX
Get
MLK Boulevard
I'm good on any MLK Boulevard
See my vision with a TEC, bitch, I'm Malcolm X
Haters dreadin' my effect, they want that Das EFX
Get
just don't wanna hear it
Just be like "yahhh, bitch, yahhh!"
(Hey, SoulJa Boy, can I get your autograph?) yahhh, bitch, yahhh!
(Yo, Arab, I really
(yup)
Four-one P, I don't sell dreams, I wholesale P's, want half's nigga, don't call me
Don't insult me (boy), wrist frosty, 'bout eighty what this
mane if you got the motha fucking choppa if u got it up on u
nigga you betta got pull it
like soulja boy tell em you motha fucking beast mane
i pull up
'Cause I am what he wants his girl and I love it
I can't leave 'em alone
I tried that good boy game
But the dope boy's turning me on
It's just that
'Cause I am what he wants his girl and I love it
I can't leave 'em alone
I tried that good boy game
But the dope boy's turning me on
It's just that
Whippin and roll, hope in and I tell em I told you
Whippin the coke and no cola
All of these niggas I knowla
My squad we taking shit over
Soulja, hey hey
ain't wanna look out for my children
Matter fact, I'm back, I been gettin' stats
Don't fuck with 'em, tell 'em let's do it
Turn boys to men, I'ma get
it
I can't leave 'em alone
I tried that good boy game
But the dope boy's turning me on
It's just that he know what I want
So bad, I love that, I can't
there's no way
No, I don't want you to stay
I can tell that you're fake
Back with the remix
These boys all my sons like Phoenix
(Pooh, you a fool for this
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
she don't complain
Get it? She take it off, she don't cum playin'
Yeah, we gettin' rich by any means (by any means)
She want the dick by any means
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
some real gangster shit now
I quit that sad shit, I ain't trippin'
They don't fuck with me then fuck 'em
You don't want YoungBoy, baby? Come
On, know
now
Fuck Soulja Boy
Dog I heard that shit at Ice T's house
My Gucci bring them Mice's out
Like Gucci I'm so Icy now
I tat my hood all on my arm
Don't
'em in the future, no Elroy
'Cause I pop tops like
I'm opening some Altoids
Breath minty and fresh Fendi
Got a hustler chick down to smuggle
Bricks
zero comma, aw, fuck it, it's plenty
You lil boyz tell y'all baby-momma I'm back in town
You lil boyz smiles done turned into frowns
[Lil' Wayne]
[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
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