Lyrics:
problems
Oh God, I tell 'em nigga you don't want these problems (I tell 'em)
You don't, you don't want these problems (I tell 'em), you don't want these
we the best
And I'm down in Miami
Ridin' in the phantom
Somewhere by south beach
Soulja boy tell em
Got a million dollar mouth piece
On my dog
want smoke
You remind me of a folder
Push me down and I heat up like a toaster
That boy is a soulja
I hate these niggas more than I hate being sober
I
The separation of talent and skill is
One of the greatest misunderstood
Concepts for people who are trying
To excel, who have dreams
That want to do
Do it like that.
[Mac]
Ya heard me.
[Soulja Slim]
Do it.
[Chorus]
Can I ball y'all or do they want
tryna jerk me (believe)
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick, she so thirsty (boy)
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (boy)
With your girl,
man, shout out to my boy Oski
Uh- my boy Oski- My boy Oski
Let me tell 'em-
Hold up- hold up-
I said they gave my - twenty years
Man that wasn't even
the Shocker
[Lil' Romeo]
Soulja Music
[Silkk The Shocker]
You know what we bout boy
[Lil' Romeo]
Yah you know
[Master P]
We gone remix this for the little
on the regular
Soulja Boy tell em ahead of you
Get plenty of cash and revenue who
Walk inside the club
Man I’m getting head inside that bathroom
Soulja Boy tell em
why don't you go and tell him you want to be a leper again?
EX-LEPER
Ah yeah, I could do that, sir yes, I suppose I could. What I was going
to do was
the gats
They get the chance to grip 'em
And they bullets got bald heads
Clips full of cancer victims
Ya boy go dumb but I'm a man of wisdom
If this retard
man
[Chorus]
Any real pimp'll know
The kind of chick I'm lookin' fo'
Actresses in movies and the models in the video
Call me Deuce Bigalow,
money world
And I'm gonna bring 'em in my world
I want it, you got it, don't make me have to go in your pocket
I want it, you got it, don't make me have
people, shoutout to Nigeria
Doing what I want, I'm free like, I did not kill em
I got the vision, I'm Superman ohh, Soulja boy tell em
Osmanli in this
turned it into somethin', boy
'Cause I can't leave this filthy game without my Almond Joy
You want 'em? I got 'em drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got
friend tell you you right I
Bet I get her real easy
Like bitch, you know who im is
Now what it is mac maine holla at em
Ratatat tat tat tat on you dog
like soulja boy tell em and they parents they can't see it they blind they wonder why they kids talking bout soulja boy all the time(all the time) they
my lil' soulja there
Bitch, it's over, I thought I told you that
Ayy, you too messy, why you posting that?
I can really tell them boys to spin that
Wonna fuck nooo..
I just want her head,
tell that bitch give me deep throught
All up in her mouth
Hoping she dnt get a sour throott
Before a nigga nutt
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
boy on FOX5
I brought Fergie to the block (block)
Fordham for the stunt
Me and Smurk before the deal
This ain't what you want
We got the streets,
Mother--
FATHER: Father, I'm Father.
HERBERT: But Father, I don't want any of that.
FATHER: Listen, lad. I've built this kingdom up from nothing.
When I
I'm-I'm-I'm connected everywhere (that's the homie)
Everywhere I go all of the people know my name
It's ya big homie Snoopy, just tell 'em you with me
I
anything ya want me to
I be ya down ass chick
[Charli Baltimore]
Now baby I told you I can show you better than I can tell you
Don't try to bring conversey
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