Lyrics:
the whip we get up on em, so warn em
Fuck the broke boys, dope boys put ya wrist up
Trappin all day tryna go home and get my dick sucked
She don't got close
it's a real deal b****, the real s***, there's no gimmicks,
Suave House, an the 504 Boys courtesy of No Limit, hit em up.
Get down, feel the ground,
tell her what she wanna hear 'cause her ass is fat
And she don't stop, get it get it, pop a nookie
Got a tattoo on her naval sayin' 'Papi's Pussy'
right on top of me
Pilf my way to the lottery
I'd say on God, no stopping me
Can't stop a G, cuz honestly
Dem lad try body me got bodied
Tell em, tell em
Don't be trippin bout the little things
Let me call me dawg and tell em how much that he mean to me
Just so he could chill today
You know that he in these
where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down
Tell me he want smoke, 187, that's that same shit
.357 send you to heaven, knock out your brain
charged her a stack for it
Got it by the bag get a whole or a half for it
Soulja to the scale so they get what they ask for it
Imported cocaine but I don't
it's a real deal b****, the real s***, there's no gimmicks,
Suave House, an the 504 Boys courtesy of No Limit, hit em up.
Get down, feel the ground,
could make a killin' (killin')
Bags, can you smell it when I Vac-seal it? (uh)
Flag, nigga, throw it up, don't care about your feelin's (fuck 'em)
Ooh,
This nigga here, man, I don't even get it, I just
I'm mad, son, I'm mad
Tell me, what the fuck is you mad at?
I came up from nothin' and got it,
Now break his legs, arms, neck (yea).
[Chorus]
(Soulja boy tell em)
(S.O.D. money gang entertainment)
(I present to you the show stoppas)
(When
Yeah Yeah Cassidy and I ain't
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy
Let's get a bag, make these hoes mad
I'm that fly chick all these lames wish they had
Big ol booty, make him trick off all his cash
Keep em' in 2 bags,
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
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
they ask me 'bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs
I just tell 'em it's what I do (it's what I do)
It's what I do, hey, it's what I do
bitches, dropping hoes soon as it get hot
Is her ass fat?
Does she get money?
That's too bad She gotta go
Tell that bitch huddy
Now she really mad
Cuz
on your own land
See, the cops is scared to come and get me
But I don't blame 'em 'cause they know I got a bunch of thug niggas with me
Looking for
on your own land
See, the cops is scared to come and get me
But I don't blame 'em 'cause they know I got a bunch of thug niggas with me
Looking for
on the grind and don't catch no case
Bitches, that's what you always be
Like the other young bitches that try to get with me
I run all up in it but this ain't
suckas be sellin wolf tickets! Don't think I don't notice!
I got my designated ridas and souljas,
weopalization & folkers the coldest!
We slang good look
Who wanna ride ?
Buckle up
Get buck
Knuckle up
She only get fucked
If she fuck it up
The fuck is up ?
You don't know the name better look it
wanna do me sexually
I'm mad, I'm crazy mentally
Get bagged tryna free yourself financially
Area boy, Tion Wayne fatality
Sometimes I pray but I
on 'em but I ain't Soulja
I don't gotta put hands on 'em
Couple bands on 'em and this shit is over
She want it now pull up in a rover
Tryna spend the night
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