Lyrics:
(preach)
Gary, Indiana, Chi Town man (tell 'em som')
Y'all know better represent my boy Freddie
Gibbs spittin' that hot shit (let's go)
Come on
Yo, I'm
me I was done
I got a daughter so I gotta move smarter
Gotta go a little harder gotta show 'em I'm the one (The one)
They use to tell me, they use
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
a Costco pack of rubbers in my gutter
This boy is pipin' hot please go and run and tell your mother
Yeah confess ya love for me right on the couch
Wait for
[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Uh, Uh, Uh I took my first break in seventy-five
I tell the story like yesterday when(??) was alive
didn't do shit with my
Shake a real nigga hand errtime u
See em' see em' see em'
Young Flashy Nigga shinin'
Like i got on 3m 3m 3m 3m
Label nigga wanna sign me tell em' I
boutta splurge 50
Tell them bitches if they pussy smell like fishes I ain’t swimming (no)
Bumping Soulja slimmy gotta nigga feeling wicked
And Yea I’m
love you
So tell em' I said fuck you
Yeah I said fuck you (Yeah yeah)
I snuck in Drake's house when he was alone inside (Uh oh)
You can say I have
Ballin! 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
deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring the alarm!
Another sound boy dyin, hot irons
Slugs flyin out the hardware
see Slade and tell him hey whats up
If this song wasn't on replay then you probably playing track one
Because you can go through this album and find
a living
Don't play that boy
He the one gone make em feel it
No epidemic he the illest
Don't play with that boy
Cuz He gotta go gotta get it
And This
the message you on cc now
I make you albums sound like EPs now
I get better by the hour
Pussy comes with the power
Got yo bitch in the corner sending signals
a call
I could Move through a room full of volters... NICE
And I still turn heads pultagice
Rock a cold chain
Neck full of Soulja ice
You young boys should
(Why?!)
There he goes, right there with his toy souljas
I'm all by myself, let's git dis ova
Dogg down on the whole crowd, don't nobody move
Where my
easy
Ima a hot boy with no fever
I just love em long i don't leave em
Gotta knock em dead, no Leevys
But ion pin em down like a butterfly
Put some
easy
Ima a hot boy with no fever
I just love em long i don't leave em
Gotta knock em dead, no Leevys
But ion pin em down like a butterfly
Put some
seem so uncertain
Tell me how can I shine when I can't see past the curtains
I'm searching for answers but can barely scratch the surface
And this four
season
And the taste is perfection
I can tell just by how you're breathing
Now when I run into these walls
I break em' down just like 28
Now every time I
jury be VVSes
Kated by DTSes
Like Khalid shit we the best and
I tell em hoes I don't wanna talk
Just leave a message
Automatic stash boxes so they
Can
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
a vulture
But imma crank that superman I’m feeling like a Soulja
Way to young to deal with any baby mama drama
Strapping up the Word when I’m putting on my
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