Lyrics:
pounds of back bacon
Three French toast
Two turtlenecks
And a beer, in a tree
Beauty, eh?
Where'd you learn to do that?
Uh, albums
Boy, so, like,
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em bK
Yeah ha, ha, ha
Bitch
Brap, brap, brap, brap
Brap, brap, them choppas
Shawty on tip because she is a bopper
She fucked
fo' / Attention or the dough
Cause I got motivation coming from the Spirit
I just gotta tell 'em
I was down on the day my partner flew away (way)
pounds of back bacon
Three French toast
Two turtlenecks
And a beer, in a tree
Beauty, eh?
Where'd you learn to do that?
Uh, albums
Boy, so, like,
and Upstate touring, rapping for my peers
Rikers Island and Upstate scoring, cut Em blood gone spill
Rikers Island and Upstate mourning, cut off by Securus
I’m sitting On
Albums that fye as fuck boy I’m hot niggas know I’m gon fry em up shooting back at Them
Niggas I’ve cried enough regulate Prota g
I be lookin' like bye-bye
By the way, namaste, where your momma stay?
Tell her Ronnie comin' round the way, lucky day
I be comin' with the God body
Me
Come on
We gon' see it through
More than just an album, this is DS2
Gotta be ready to go as soon as He said move
Rebuking any evil and them demons
Shinra Tensei bitch you feeling my pain
My boy a Soulja hit you with that Drake
Put that chrome to his dome and then split up his brain
Pull up to yo block
(kiss me through the phone)
See you when I get home (when I get home)
Baby, I know that you like me, you my future wifey
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, yeah
You can
nigga too comfortable
When you stand on nation business real niggas look up too you
On my Soulja swagga jakkin you bussing my brudda move
Jus tell em
nutty like Almond Joy
My boy toy IE got to sleep and eat
Got the sweets and who got the freaks?
Beat it up like a ass whipping
The album dropped
an instrumental album of sitars, pots and pans
You've done enough talking, so I know you ain't fading Sole
Have your boy Rupert Murdock fly you out,
I'll serve you
at those, woah
You niggas broke, I can tell
I'm 'bout to drop this new shit and
It got that GOAT album feel
You niggas talkin' all spicy
Well how much did
Alright, boys and girls
You finally made it to the end of the album
I hope you learned somethin?
But the best is yet to come
Welcome to Hustlenomics
it
Some days I'm happy, some days I'm fucked up
Some days I tell the voice in my head to shut the fuck up
Yeah
Motivated by paper and pussy,
ablum street boy omo to bad
Hook:
So i gotta tell em something
I'm heading straight to the top
my time is my timing
i be getting something i be
on me what it is nigga
How it feel to be a real nigga (x4)
Two lambs the same color I just call em' twins
Back at home I'm gone buy that boy a Benz
ready for any war
Send 'em forward, fifty more, plenty more
Gimme more, see me Lord
After me, no before he became
See me boy, see these boys all need
Recording in the basement
Kill em, drill em back to eat these rappers grill 'em
Always back up on my shit I am a king this is my kingdom
My boy he locked up
Tryna' drag my name in the dirt
There they go twistin' my words
Talkin' 'bout this what he say she say
Tell 'em I don't give a fuck
Tell 'em it ain't
("For real.")
You can do it.
Be abiding, y'all.
("Listen to the story I tell, yo.
For real.")
I know
("Don't let 'em hate to front you.")
You
tongue
Lick 'em places niggas wouldn't dare put they faces (come on)
Before I die, hope I one day can float by
In the brand new tres uno ocho
Now when
tongue
Lick 'em places niggas wouldn't dare put they faces (come on)
Before I die, hope I one day can float by
In the brand new tres uno ocho
Now when
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