Lyrics:
How the fuck he making all these hits without a grammy
And my dawg walking with a stick no xannie
Ima' tell the feds "I dont know" if they ask me
Yuh
Soulja Boy tell 'em!
Hopped up out the bed,
Turn my swag on,
Took a look in the mirror said what's up
Yeah I'm getting money (oh)
Yeah I'm
tell that thot her number blocked
Yeah, Stunna number block
This New Orleans milly rock
Let 'em milly rock
Me and woe don't really rock
Evidently
Classic genre, I'll do any of 'em
Classic genre, I'll do any of 'em
Classic genre, I'll take any offer
You can keep your Grammy and your
to the old me
Sugar coated no koolaid
Whats my name know its too late
Why he drop it got that new you
Im like soulja boy hit em with the you
Rockaway
Now
'bout where the Grammys go
I just gave out Grammys on my Instagram
Them OVO boys, the business man
It is what it is, trust me, you get what you give,
Anime drop top, I look like Inuyasha.
Yo, back on the track, it's the anime master.
Holes on my dick, Cowboy Bebop when I'm blastin.
Soulja boy tell'em
[Verse 1]
Soulja Boy Tell Em.
Runnin With It.
Gotta Get A Black Mask,
Cant See Me, SouljaBoyTellEm.
Im On The Beat.
I'm Undefeat. Tid,
Did Yo
panicking
They wearing shit off the mannequin
(Tell ‘em)
Three-piece suit or Jeff Hamilton (Mean)
Laker leather on, whatever storm we damaging
(Ya boy going
Baddest gay bitch in the club
Straight boys on my dick in the club
Tell em, pop bottles, super rich in the club
Like my new shit play this in
'em on they back, and tell 'em vamanos
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now (Snoop Dogg)
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now (Snoop
'em on they back, and tell 'em vamanos
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now (Snoop Dogg)
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now (Snoop
my head low
I don't drink im getting high was barely getting by
Tell'em all this new shit finna pop my old shit still a vibe
Killer in the streets, he
the middle finger
Showin off the index ring
Yeah I know my index stink
Cheddar diamonds, yellow rings
It's Soulja Boy Tell 'Em man
and my chain and the friends
understand me now
We didn't get this off no hand me downs (huh)
I need a Grammy for the family now
And all the old hoes that had let me down
I was a lost boy I
don't drop the bomb on me
Drop the bomb on 'em
I don't want no doggone beef, see
Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me
Boy, I'm the real McCoy, you
them all, don't like em don't pretend to
Yea something tells me, we ain't in Kansas anymore
All that shit that used to be cool ain't cool anymore
All
various times]
Ain't no game, you know what I'm sayin'
Soulja boy tell'em,
From the internet to mainstream
You already know what it is
Stance
down like Laila, Why you keep trying to save her?
I do this sh*t by myself so why the f*ck I need a label?
Im independent forreal I think thats why they
when I stashed the loot from Woopty Woop
And the same exact place Biggie Smalls got popped at
Unsolved by the boys in blue
Hundred niggas outside
, tell em, tell em, what
Tell em, tell em, tell em, yeah
Tell em, tell em, tell em
By my side I always knew, there'd be someone like you
Who would see me
thirsty) [x2]
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em got the gurl gone wild
When I step on stage, and yo boy crack a smile
She thirsty, she thirsty
She wanna ride with
'Cause only in still water when we see our face
Real shit, tell 'em
I don't need no pot to piss in, I just need a pot to whip it
I don't need no
Back to back I got my shawty’s asking where I’m at
Plug just hit me up like boy you got them goddam slaps
I got all my souljas in the building yeah
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