Lyrics:
Surround by them top shottas
Baby I'm a don dada
Bro blow he opp stopping
We gone make em' jump like hop scotching
That lil boy slow he on the internet
way, I play this game to win!
Watch me take it to the ally, knock 'em all off like some pins
When I drop, drop, drop, I'mma sell like silly
Cause
)
'Cause I am what he wants his girl and I love it
I can't leave 'em alone
I tried that good boy game
But the dope boy's turning me on
It's just that
)
'Cause I am what he wants his girl and I love it
I can't leave 'em alone
I tried that good boy game
But the dope boy's turning me on
It's just that
say look me in my eyes
And tell me what you see
My bro nem can count on me cause I’m the 1 2 and 3
Boy you on some other shit
Niggas running round with
Young Miller, young rebel
Gunmetal prosthetic with the Bapes
I'll let y'all tell it
Y'all gon tell it anyway
It's ok, I'm a legend anyway
I made it
the city by my lonesome
Open invitation for anybody want some
The hood say they really feelin' you, mayne
A million records sold, I don't do gold
Fo
Gasoline
Ey, What You Heard,We On Da Scene
I Need 10 On Pump 4,We Buyin' Gasoline
[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
Any Thing You Need Hit Me On My Cell
Matta Fact What
it)
Nobody take me out tho
You got gifts bring em down the south pole
Marathon girl I put in miles
Don't you worry bout it might gon' work it out
it
I can't leave 'em alone
I tried that good boy game
But the dope boy's turning me on
It's just that he know what I want
So bad, I love that, I can't
but realness
I know they feel this
Ain't nothin' but sponges
Waitin' for me to leak or slip & spill this
Game I got at an early age by watchin' all
know
Throw your money in the air and let 'em know
I'm whippin' big wheels, whippin' big wheels
Hope your drink don't spill whippin' big wheels
Tell me
oxygen
Please get the fuck up off me bruh
Who that you be talking to?
Got name in they mouth
If they got some issues
Tell em they can press em now
I said
bullets flushed em
That nigga died? His mama cried? Well tell that bitch that I said fuck her,
(You stupid mother fucker)
Knew that you ain't love em
Let em
blacker than some Folgers
You rollin' with a real one
Them bitches really love me out here like they love Soulja Slim in the 'Nolia
I ain't gon' hold ya
she, talk familiar
Her look will hurt ya, her walk will kill ya
Now I'm with Khaled, he got me a mansion
How come every girl up in here look like
use
I'm running circles around 'em on a loop and I go stupid with it
I'm too committed
And I need that girl to tell me I'm cupid with it
Man, I'm too
in the field with
My souljas for life
They say mo money bring mo problems
So we order mo pipes
Dedikation to the grind
I'm tryna touch me a million
, you're a rockstar
My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is
is perfect, hatin' on me ain't worth it
I guarantee you, boy, the Earth my turf, if it hurts
(Tell, 'em why 'cause I) been around the world
swear)
Rich nigga, bitch, I got it tatted on me (tatted on me)
I'm married to this shit, I get my alimony (woo)
Tell me right now nigga whatchu wanna
we changed up on em
Yeah the whole crew changed
Got the big head now
And forgot where we came
Them boys so lame
(Them boys so lame)
Least that's what
they text me sexy pics of 'em
Like them abs when there's six of 'em
Tell them girls I'm sorry
I like boys
Mama, boys like me (I like boys who like
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:]
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