Lyrics:
the glass paint and then you passed it
Had to go tell all the boys how I felt they responded by telling me Lel
Is she really the one that you wanted get with
I'll foul 'em
If you get dissed on this track, that was a personal attack
If I had engineer, I'd tell him, "Run it back"
White boy hating me 'cause I'm
to Soulja Boy but...
This is Worldwide radio
We don't play no games
We gone keep it real slow
And let HWY BABY teach you what it is
He gone take you around
up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got the goons 'round me
And yeah I rep my city, bitch
I'm from Dade County
Ay!
niggas starvin' cause we all ate
Ain't no love in these streets, boy it's all hate
If you not certified you can't even stand by me
Swear I can't wait for
Iggy
Who you think I give a fuck about, an enemy?
Think I give a fuck about the industry?
Pussy ass nigga better Google me
Boy, I really made a million
running w Desi
Depositing bills by the fifty
Shout out Brojam
He came thru w a switchie
Give em these shots
He need more than a kidney
A Swiss chess
spot ain't big enough for how this fat boy live
Lemon pepper, not Louisiana rub
I let my top down, pussy niggas throw it up
305, them boys will tell you
makin'
Can't bake 'em
Real estatin'
Never hatin'
Shakin' up the game
Bringin' the major pain
Yea nigga, we all in the same game
We enlighin'
Ignitin'
boy sad chords ain't me but I'll tell you this now
This song is forever on repeat
I'm
(Rim Rim) Rimera
(Rim Rim) Rimera
I'm intelligent reaching
Tropikana, In Tropikana
Ah yeah...
Listen Close, I said we get our power by the coast
Clap-clap for your boys make a toast
I swear we aint goin show em all
words as a weapon and knock you out with it
But hear me out again, I'm not try'na get hated on
I just tell it how I see it and if y'all don't play along
Too many whips at the crib, ran out of parking spaces (damn)
And I only like blue cash, I'm money racist (Franks)
I call my G-Wagen Soulja Boy, watch
niggas all offended by my views of the 6
When it came to boy, I said that he was a fan
Say the same thing, I said that he was a fan
Tried to do the same
say give up all that you have
How many of us could do it
Put the cross on my back, how many would nail me to it
Most of 'em the same ones who wear
don't know why
So I'ma have to let em know who you lil n***** owned by
U dance to my songs like a little cheerLeader
Now you want to be a rapper
But
(Okay) So being that that's the case (By my side)
Let me tell you about (By my side)
That place, heh, take you by my side (By my side)
The way I
come and rock with me everybody rocking out
I make em jump till there's a hole in the fucking ground
Pose for a picture, nigga I am so off the Richter
give it to 'em raw, regaurdless of what squad
I'ma hit 'em hard if they get envolved, break them niggaz off
Let 'em know I'm rollin' with god, roll with
their forts are destroyed by my
Stroid and my boy
If you know anything about value
Then I suggest you take a few Valiums
Sober up, fill your cup, I slowed
like I'm soulja boy
Gotta coup yet I'm really home, home, gotta treat the crib like the studio
Or grave, I don't know how to behave, working for minimum
Mandy’s
We stay with them bob da builders
Tell them boys they better not panic
Every time I ball without em
I Remember when they left me stranded
Jeezy]
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good
changed
But the fucking bank account, any any any amount
Nigga it's unlimited, I'm aiming while you're screaming bitch
It's Soulja tell 'em remenice about
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