Lyrics:
TUDO nessa geração e não está fazendo nada
VÁ EM FRENTE!
Get mad if you want to
Get mad if you want to
I'm just driven by the green
I'm just driven by
mouth,
bitch don't get mad, go get yo bags an roll wit it,
or stay the fuck away from niggaz you got no business,
we don't give a fuck about
it's your fate so take the time
To contemplate what you'll be facin'
Talkin' that Hip-Hop shit, don't get shot
Bitch ‘Cause you can tell all in your
me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, do you wan' fuck with me? Nah
Hustle, boy
me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, do you wan' fuck with me? Nah
Hustle, boy
on the rules to how to tell who's who
On a cruise to who's tryin' to use you
In the same sentence demention that will lose your attention
So pull mad
brothers without makin e'm mad
couldn't get along with nobody so I just ran with my Dad
he took me right there where the killas be
across court from
I tell em be modest (Yo I try to be modest)
I tell em be modest (Man I tell em be modest)
But they like "Fuck that. Been getting my dollas
Bitch I'm
date
Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate, nigga
Your bossed up swag got 'em drooling like a new born babe
The dollars in they eyes got 'em
date
Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate, nigga
Your bossed up swag got 'em drooling like a new born babe
The dollars in they eyes got 'em
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
just say that I'm an angelic rebel
Might just crank dat and you'll shit soulja boy tell em
I know I work for a blessing but it be in disguise
Standing
wrist is slit too bad"
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
I know that makes you real mad, don't it? (uh-huh)
That's right, Slim Shady
wrist is slit too bad"
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
I know that makes you real mad, don't it? (uh-huh)
That's right, Slim Shady
(standard)
I tell man (standard), them boy (standard)
Fourteen, I was in the hood with the gangsters
Can't be a dickhead in my hood, you'll get banded
going down boy too bad fuck ya, sorry for ya
Listen let's not to get shook, but I ain't the one to come lookin'
Cause all I can tell the police is, I am
at everyone, wanna put 'em down
You just mad, you mad mad, it's trauma now
I'm just mad cause I had been tryna tell you how
I'm not mad, I really just miss my
Cool, 'cause I don't get upset
I call the king of the east catch a flight then I jet
Right back to the west, where my niggas is at
Scoop the gilly put
Cool, 'cause I don't get upset
I call the king of the east catch a flight then I jet
Right back to the west, where my niggas is at
Scoop the gilly put
a Glock was flashing
Hyped by Lenny nigga's gassing, these pussy-nigga's wearing pearls
A dirty-ass boy mad as fuck about a girl
You'll see the spark in his
Nah Shootout Ayye, Nah Shootout Ayyee,
Nah Shootout Ayyee, Nah Shootout Ayyee
(Soulja Boy Tell Em)
[Verse 1:]
Its time to do my dance, pullin up my
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
searching I slid right by em
These Niggas be mad
Cuz I'm in my bag
And I'm in my Sack
And I'm getting cash
They check they account and that shit looking
what you mean? (Soulja Boy Tell 'Em)
You ain't on no bean, nigga what you mean?
I don't blow that stank, nigga what you mean?
I don't sip that
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