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(gllliiiddd)
Choppy Sounding off singing like Lucci
Left the scene told me boys it was Gucci (brrr)

Neva been a Soulja boy 
Always been a F**in chief 
Lead neva

Tell em that I need a hunnit thousand
Tell em that I need a hunnit thousand
Tell em that I need a hunnit thousand
Tell em that I need a hunnit

Playa You Don't Know

Slim Thug

Already Platinum [Bonus CD]

2005

looking good and it match wit the piece
Errbody wanna know what's that on the boy teeth
Ear lobes on hang, eight karats outta tell
It cost a baller 100 g's

the Pyrex
Had to call my plug when I only got a 9 back
Had to call my brudda kill a nigga give his 9 back
If the feds listening tell em never mind that
How I

out the gutter, I meant that (I meant that)
Gucci with Louis, I mix match (bandana)
Fuck your big homie, he a big rat (he a big rat)
I had to work

with the Glizzy act  sick 
Imma blam yah 
I got the Hoes they callin me Santa 
Dressed in all Gucci Roc Gucci bandana 
I'm with yah bitch putting dick in

lucky)
Funny watchin' two niggas beef that could hardly fight
Like Soulja Boy gettin' pepper sprayed by Charleston White
Can't forget about the Super

Bad Boys

Ghetts

Gang Signs & Prayer

2017

up, tell a man hold up
Looking like something out of Bad Boys 2
Bad boy Gs in a bad boy shoot (shoot)
You are not a bad boy, move
Shut down shows

Wheezy outta here

Ooh, shit, ooh, na na tell 'em, "Make room
" when a real bitch fly by
If Doechii on the list
Then it's thicker than the Popeyes

and tell him
"Bring cars 'round" (Ayo)
Percocets in my bloodstream
Gucci denim, 40 tucked up in 'em
Every nigga bitch wanna fuck me
Gucci denim, 40 tucked up

don't get em hit

Gucci ain't Gucci dropped his ass that's my face lift
You gonna wake up in the sky I go ape shit
White boy wasted 1017 shots
Jamaica

Ground Zero

The Diplomats

Diplomatic Immunity

2003

the boys are back at it
Come holler at us, the boys are back at it
So line em up, shoot em down
Do it know
Welcome to ground zero
Tell 'em it's ground zero

take
My shine and kill me mane
Ridin' Gucci turn up for my mama
Tell her I love her mane
Switchin' lanes on interstates
Y'all niggas swervin' rentals

Gucci down to the sock
And my fist on Thanos, way I'm wearing these rocks
Bet a hunnid' I look better than your man by a lot
I ain't hearing no heat, all

engine made in Germany
Balling on em currently I'm stacking all this currency
Pockets extra beefy off the spinach
Designer by Gucci closet look like a mini

Soulja Boy
Pulling up in my new toy
Shoot my shot, Brandon Roy
AND I
Cannot slow down my grind
I'm one of a kind
Tell me what's on your mind
This, is,

bread boy you starving
Wet 'em up like a hurricane
I been smoking on crack cocaine
Leave a boy neck broken, I am not joking
Smokin' on a pack of your dead

changed
But the fucking bank account, any any any amount
Nigga it's unlimited, I'm aiming while you're screaming bitch
It's Soulja tell 'em remenice about

[Soulja Rap:]
She bad, like a student in detention
Walk inside the club and my chain just glistenin
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em yeah I got Chris wit me
I bet

lost niggas I started with from the start
Now I rock designer yea that brand new Saint Laurant
Tell em free my brothers can’t see em behind them bars
I

Boutta turn up by the Lights Hollywood made
NFA in my veins, NFA what I made, y'all don't gotta tell me I came To late

Let the Souljas rain thangz
NFA my

Cali
This for the hot girls (hot, hot), this for the hot boys
You know who Gucci do it for, I rep the dope boys (skrrt, skrrt)
Free C-Murder, I'm

Pass The Dutch

Lil Wayne

We Are Young Money

2009

ladies over
Tell em this is Y-M-E so when you come you cant leave sober
You would think she came with buttons by the way that I control her
Put her

ain't wanna look out for my children
Matter fact, I'm back, I been gettin' stats
Don't fuck with 'em, tell 'em let's do it
Turn boys to men, I'ma get