Lyrics:
Jamaica
But I've been on that wave, that's why this year I tell yah, I don't need no favors
(Damn, Soulja Boy stunt on them haters)
And my resolution for
tell yah, I don't need no favors
(Damn, Soulja Boy stunt on them haters)
And my resolution for New Years is nigga we made it!
You don't know how long I
anything
I feel like I've been run over by a truck
I don't care much about anything
So give me a ring
And tell me to wake up and do anything
I used
MUST BE PLAYIN',BOY BOY BOY YOU MUST BE PLAYIN'/
BOY YOU MUST BE PLAYIN' 'CAUSE YOU COULDN'T BE THAT SERIOUS/
[OUTRO]:
YOU KNOW IM SERIOUS/
WHEN I TELL
Now break his legs, arms, neck (yea).
[Chorus]
(Soulja boy tell em)
(S.O.D. money gang entertainment)
(I present to you the show stoppas)
(When
Noboul settin precedents
Stackin all these presidents
These ones stuck in my pocket
Man I turn em all to Benjamin's
Soulja 8 I represent
My people
the rot
Okay okay Soulja boy tell em Soulja boy tell em
Whats going on today mayne
How could he be selling cause he could snap and the beat is real heavy
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fucking like no other
Don't you tell 'em what we do
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fucking like no other
Don't you tell 'em what we do
fingerprints so it's a cased closed
I want my own money fuck a payroll, like Soulja Boy I got the Draco
When I'm horny in the morning, I get what I want so you
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight
But I cannot, baby girl, and that's the issue
Girl, you know
to die but I don't wanna be next
I wasn't shit so I made the world call me fresh
I tell em Cautions calculate ya steps
Nobody's giviin hand outs better
and this my year
Na this my mellineum i got em
Soulja Boy Tell Em' That the name on my colladids
i sit back if a nigga disrespect
then he diseased RIP
rest
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight
But I cannot, baby girl, and that's the issue
Girl, you know
Spent my first advance
Ima make it back
Call me Soulja boy
I make the pussy clap
Heard ya last shit
I am not a fan
Blow down then I roll up
Gotta
lackin’
Pistol packin’, we gon’ hit between his arms wit’ a hammer
Bakin’ soda, my lil’ soulja, knock ‘em over, get ‘em right
Late at night we pop out, we
the colorss fool, I'm in the streets for real
I'm giggin' on these hoes, do 'em like dominos
I slam 'em on they back, and tell 'em, vámonos
I wanna rock
the colorss fool, I'm in the streets for real
I'm giggin' on these hoes, do 'em like dominos
I slam 'em on they back, and tell 'em, vamanos
I wanna rock
Soulja Boy tell em.
Uhh, bitch I look like Goku.
Bitch I look like Vegeta, im hoppin out that oldschool.
'64 Impala, swagged up.
Bitch I'm poppin
down the road
Right by the ocean
I got bitches (swag) on my toes (Dre)
(Pretty boy swag) Pretty boy swagging on
You fucking hoes (I do this)
This one for
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…
"Bigger Picture"
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records
She tell me pretty boy pretty boy kill em with the swag
Kill em with the swag kill em kill em with the swag
She tell me pretty boy pretty boy kill
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em hopped up out the bed turn my swag on
Took a look in the mirror said what's up
Yeah I'm getting money oh
Hopped up out
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