Lyrics:
Me going broke nigga yu could forget it
Feeling like Soulja Boy I need my credit
I’m really a vibe , something yu can not edit
Designer be on me I
Photo album but the color faded from it
If I could back and tell you how it ends, I woulda done it
Don't look down
Don't look down
Friends
pourin out your hair
Nigga, any f**kin time nigga, any f**kin where
Make 'em bleed is the motto that, I live by
If you f**k with me it's a must you die
em like a Soulja
Keep on floating By
I'm the chosen child
Thas I'm asking why
So I can take your pain
And turn it into mine
Man I don't mind
I got
(gllliiiddd)
Choppy Sounding off singing like Lucci
Left the scene told me boys it was Gucci (brrr)
Neva been a Soulja boy
Always been a F**in chief
Lead neva
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
Tell em that I need a hunnit thousand
Tell em that I need a hunnit thousand
Tell em that I need a hunnit thousand
Tell em that I need a hunnit
bitchBallin! Soulja Boy Up In Da Buildin
Throw Some D's On That Bitch
I Just Got My Report Card
Throw Some D's On That Bitch
I Just Got My Report Card
Throw
out
The whole country by Khaled to rap on BET
Guess he saw me as the best man
619 to 858 to 760 I'm reppin'
San Diego to all you foreign
Daygo's what we
boy)
{Word?} Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin plates
At churches and shit?
(He's spittin flames right now baby
He at the top of his game, right
I'm captivating, boy, leaving 'em baking
When the microphone is vacant, vagina waking
Big shoes to fill don't get it confused
I will get gutter
Aye like I gotta talk to em on this one gotta make em' feel you Lue aye pass me that right There yea it's like I had so much to say and like nobody
I put it in my head, I'ma die for this gold
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, boy what's up?
Hopped up out the bed turn my swag on
Took a look in the mirror
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
classy, gold hand bone, mama said I'm too flashy
Niggas wanna jack me, tell 'em, "Run it," like a track meet
On my DMX shit, tell my enemies to get at me
Game and Drizzy
Surrounded by them diamonds, I'mma cold mackin
Nigga its a cold climate, don't ask me where the crime went
Just tell me where them
Francois:
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Readin' Pimp
Playa-istic shit
By dino boys
Tryin' to get these hoes for every nook & cranny
And make 'em join
The winning team
Ain't nothin'
Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
these streets ain't nuttin but hard times
Tell C.B. I say wassup
Tell everybody I say what's happening
Tell E-Pimp I said shoot me some
Tell them boys
in, left foot in (SOULJA BOY TELL EM)left foot in, put ya right foot out, put ya left foot in and you shake it all about you lean wit it rock wit it,
got mixed up
I told my nigga, hit the store. Get what you need You know I gotchu
If they ask, No problem, Tell em it's me dawg
Up at night, I wrote
looking good and it match wit the piece
Errbody wanna know what's that on the boy teeth
Ear lobes on hang, eight karats outta tell
It cost a baller 100 g's
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