Lyrics:
Anything that strip me of my focus is my enemy
I ain't got time
Every minute count
Going after what I want I got it figured out
They say I got a beast in me
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'm from New Orleans
right on top of me
Pilf my way to the lottery
I'd say on God, no stopping me
Can't stop a G, cuz honestly
Dem lad try body me got bodied
Tell em, tell em
Like broke to me still exist
But you know what?
..God slapped me with a gift
I’d double down on the clique
We Souljas.. yea
Yea I say you know what
(Uh)
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
where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down
Tell me he want smoke, 187, that's that same shit
.357 send you to heaven, knock out your brain
babyface by walking up, he walk out wit a limp
I need a couple racks up out this game that money feeling dim
I'm in to win, get up in that water, boy you
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
get em
Shoot!
Let me get em
Nah shootout ayye, nah shootout ayyee, nah shootout ayyee, nah shootout ayyee
(soulja boy tell em)
[verse 1:]
Its
don't put your faith in no man never trust these hoes, how the f*ck you say you gone ride b*tch you ain't never rode, Soulja life b*tch that's the comity
Boy your check ain't big enough (big enough)
Talk a lot but you're broke (broke!)
Switcheroo fuck and you're kissing (kissing)
Y'all niggas give 'em
the DB?s tell ?em, Wacko lookin' for ?em
I got some dro, I got some change, I got some pussy for ?em
If they ask you where I'm at, I'm in the Melph pickin'
Feeling fine
Poppin' trunk
Tippin' dine
But we do it for h-town
Tell them boys its time to lay it dine
Tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
Cause we
like me was born to shine
Anything I do holding the 9
Was just for the life I live, not the crime
Keeping 'em guessing for the pop-out
Them devils
phone
No Soulja Boy, that bitch ain't even have a ringtone
Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate
We just fuck around, we don't date
I went straight up
Johnny Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight
He said "Before the sheriff comes I wanna tell you," Said "Listen boy
Learn to hoist a jack and learn
This gonna be one of them shits right here, boy
Yeah baby, let's do it
Oh shit, look at miss thing, you done grew into a stallion
Girl,
cause it's goin' down
You see the DB's tell em' Wacko lookin' for em'
I got some dro, I got some change, I got some pussy for em'
If they ask you where
cause it's goin' down
You see the DB's tell em' Wacko lookin' for em'
I got some dro, I got some change, I got some pussy for em'
If they ask you where
Ronnie G, baby
(Tell me how I'm 25 and I'm an OG)
(Put 'em on blast like bazookas)
Ay you know what, you know what I don't think one time was enough
Johnny Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight
He said "Before the sheriff comes I wanna tell you," Said "Listen boy
Learn to hoist a jack and learn
runnin', runnin'
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Runnin', runnin', runnin'
Would you be my ride
Do you a have light, soulja
In the morning I
Feel you by my side,
They like SOULJA boy u fell Off Idk bout it cuz a nigga ain’t take a loss
Riding around the city still movin like a boss
Looking for my opp I swear
the only ones that Know so don't tell me watch my Mouth
Nighas dropped the addy a year ago
And i still go by the house I done Learned his route know errnody
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