Lyrics:
boys that's OverEast
They might tell on me
You a shooter and a rat
Why you tryna put that cell on me?
Fuckin' with that voodoo
Told my auntie put that
at a holla at a playa
Remix Baby
Jae Millz
You can go and tell them other boys not to bother
Its the remix and I'm back with Dr. Carter (what it is)
We
it,
Ooooo,
Boy that street life is too real,
Imma tell how it is,
Ain’t like nobody ain’t know,
Now a nigga wanna speak up,
Hell nawl hold ya peace,
I’m
drug fiend, skinny, gritty
Face tatted, might be strapped, savage
Savage semi, semi, ayy
Cut Throat committee, ayy give it to 'em raw
Yung Soulja Slim
you been
Uh, Return of two x know I'm back and I'm better
Having motion, getting right, stacking up cheddar
Like Soulja Boy I had to Tell em'
They
I kicked da hoe out told da bitch to kick rocks
These hoes be so trifling they Js want some cock
But Soulja boy tell em bitch
Don't become a victim
He's a man just the same
Oh why he show it
Why don't he know it
That his words will always
Show 'em the way
The boy hangs out the boy hangs
Set the place on fire
I don't know I might dream yeah
Eh Soulja tell 'em
You know I'm on your mind, please give me your mind
Do it so sublime, all
Feel like 01 Rod Smart, he hate me
Thought I told ya, imma dark Soulja
Lurkin in the dark, drawn by Mignola
Witches roll up, potions gettin throwed up
?
Can she make a pudding well, Charming Billy?
She can make a pudding well, I can tell it by the smell
But she's a young thing and cannot leave her
Boys seem to like the girls
Who laugh at anything
The ones who get impressed
Before the second date
Girls seem to like the boys
Who don't
hit with that Draco (bah-bah)
Soulja Boy or that Aubrey Graham (Aubrey Graham)
No one be playin', haan
She howl at the moon, I be barkin' (haan)
I
Doll then, Soulja Boy Tell 'Em we got one
No, I can't fit it in my pocket
Got a quarter million cash, I can't fit it in my pocket
Me and Asian Doll
Bought my hoe some crawfish she gave me all ha turkey neck
Gobblin my dick she deep throat like a beer bottle neck
Ain’t even gag on it I had ta tell ha
gettin' high, yeah
Yeah, yes
And tell my babies not to cry (Yeah!)
Just give 'em each a hundred racks, then look 'em in they eye
Say, "If you anything
might be on the brink
Of nuclear destruction but
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My optics are disgustin
Put a stop to all the frontin
just say that I'm an angelic rebel
Might just crank dat and you'll shit soulja boy tell em
I know I work for a blessing but it be in disguise
Standing
stepped on her heart, I broke it piece by piece
Crank a bitch like I'm Soulja, no ring like she Schroeder
I'm really 1SiX bitch, I thought that I told you
I'm not Rick
I don't give a fuck what Soulja Boy said about Kanye's shit
You just mad 'cause your verse wasn't that hot
I'm just really goin' off
Boutta turn up by the Lights Hollywood made
NFA in my veins, NFA what I made, y'all don't gotta tell me I came To late
Let the Souljas rain thangz
NFA my
talk)
They want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (got it locked)
I shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (doors
niggas that you know that's trying to do you in
I find myself busting at my own friends
Bitch made nigga with a smile on his face
"You my boy", "That's my
Did it on my own
Tell' em move along, if they tryna hit me on my phone
If you ever did me dirty, know I wrote it all down
Look at how things change, I'm
the face
This codeine this ain’t no Robitussin
He know it all you cannot tell em nothing
He waiting on you just to think he bluffing
Soulja rag but don’t
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