Lyrics:
I got Hood ass homies
Been toting the glocks
And they gone shoot 'til I tell em to stop
Bitch, I been a Hot Boy so the
Cold don't fect me
I'm from New Orleans
him
DMX wanna get down, well, you tell, homie
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well
I
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
nigga, all I knew was stoves and kitchens
Shorty got the bag with the big B, that's a brick for it
Shorty got the AP on her wrist, it ain't the lil' boy
Like broke to me still exist
But you know what?
..God slapped me with a gift
I’d double down on the clique
We Souljas.. yea
Yea I say you know what
(Uh)
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
babyface by walking up, he walk out wit a limp
I need a couple racks up out this game that money feeling dim
I'm in to win, get up in that water, boy you
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
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches 'n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
get em
Shoot!
Let me get em
Nah shootout ayye, nah shootout ayyee, nah shootout ayyee, nah shootout ayyee
(soulja boy tell em)
[verse 1:]
Its
For these are the times
You either crank that Soulja boy
Or that Soulja boy cranks you
Said shut the fuck, aye
Money moves only moves I make hoe
don't put your faith in no man never trust these hoes, how the f*ck you say you gone ride b*tch you ain't never rode, Soulja life b*tch that's the comity
playin' until they see your ass go pro
Houdain
Soulja Soulja Yeah, yeah, hey, yeah
It's a whole new quarter get em fined he ain't showin' love
I had merch
fuckin' with the right one, soulja fo life one
ain't no mothafucka like em
where he at, show em to me
and I'm gonna strike em and bite em
and swallow em
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
Boy your check ain't big enough (big enough)
Talk a lot but you're broke (broke!)
Switcheroo fuck and you're kissing (kissing)
Y'all niggas give 'em
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches 'n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you
decorations, take 'em down on New Year's for you
I'd do anything to help cuz you've done so much for us, Grammy
I know how much you do just to see us smile,
Some gon' love you some gon' hate you but they tuned in
They won't tell you that you great, but they tuned in
Some gon' even copy, paste got em
acting, tryna get a Grammy
Got me feeling like Bris cuz, bitch, I need hammy
Bitch, I'm very antisocial, can you understand me
I don't do it for the clout,
a hater"
Tell me why you mad fo' (Remo the Hitmaker)
Hey, listen here, Luda, we
Gotta keep it real, boy
We gon' do it like this, baby
Listen here, you know
the realest nigga in it
Fuck your favorite rapper tell 'em I said it and I meant it
When I'm in your city know I'm mobbing with them semis
I talk that
"Who gives a fuck about a God damn grammy?"
(Willie D)
Yo, Flav, I give a fuck about a God damn grammy
But them motherfuckin hoes won't hand me one
Ronnie G, baby
(Tell me how I'm 25 and I'm an OG)
(Put 'em on blast like bazookas)
Ay you know what, you know what I don't think one time was enough
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