Lyrics:
bitch the album coming
I know it probably got Em sweating like corona coming
I ran thru hell tortured Satan and had his demons running
They probably
thirsty) [x2]
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em got the gurl gone wild
When I step on stage, and yo boy crack a smile
She thirsty, she thirsty
She wanna ride with
back when he
Was downloading music off Rhapsody
When Soulja Boy had first went platinum, you could easily fathom
A bunch of kids dancing hard with all
of the new album;
Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
Of not only Mr. Shakur,
Back to back I got my shawty’s asking where I’m at
Plug just hit me up like boy you got them goddam slaps
I got all my souljas in the building yeah
I'm like wassup hoe?
Where you been?
What you know about?
Oh no!
Who let 'em in? I'ma show 'em out
Never know
Who's really down or just down
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
charged her a stack for it
Got it by the bag get a whole or a half for it
Soulja to the scale so they get what they ask for it
Imported cocaine but I don't
I'm a Soulja Livin' Tru, you got the same energy
Huh, tell me, nigga, is you feeling me
Been getting 50 for them 30's up in Tennessee
Sold so much
the scene
I left the beat off in a stretcher
(Leave it in a stretcher)
Yeah, look
Tell them boys "Catch up", yeah (Tell 'em)
Tell them boys "Catch up", yeah
'bout no muthafuckin' people
I won't rest till I see a nigga dead in the concrete
I be a TRU Soulja till I'm buried
I leave 'em worried, gettin' high for
gun, what you gon' do boy?
You betta sit down nigga don't play like that
Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat
Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya
I'm playin', nigga, I ain't play with em'
Tell 'em meet me in the lobby
Frank White got body
Teflon John Gotti
Dope boy, illuminati
Slick Rick
the funk I be pumpin up in em
With this and it's the
Yeah - Tung Twista
Oooooweee
Haa-haa
Boy, if that ain't bad, my name ain't Lewis Tyrone Chillinfoot,
pouring out your hair
Nigga, any-fucking-time, nigga, any-fucking-where
"Make 'em bleed" is the motto that I live by
If you fuck with me, it's a must,
pouring out your hair
Nigga, any-fucking-time, nigga, any-fucking-where
"Make 'em bleed" is the motto that I live by
If you fuck with me, it's a must,
your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
Know he hate to see Young Harry run it up
Use to shit on me I got more followers
Tell that boy he better hurry and follow up
I did what I could for em
neva put in work
Woot de woot said he gone spin on who
I bet i get em first
He gon wind up in a hearse
Tell that boy go back to church
No nine to five we
brudda caught a case
I'll see em by July
Yea
I'm waisting it down
Still don't know when I come down
Say she wanted love
I'm in love with my life
Boy I
Draco (Draco)
Soulja
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it (she made it clap, like pop that, haan)
She make it
hand it off through the window
clready know I gotta stretch my work it might be a minute till I reload
Ima a Soulja Boy got k's in the couch I chill
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
can't tell you how I got 'em, in
Hold on, check my fucking safe
50 xans, 50 bags in, 50 bags of kush in
Change the beat up, we can go some more!
My
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