Lyrics:
and you ain't writing shit if I ain't read it, I'm high as ever
Bitches tell me stick em like they're diabetics and my flow's cold, they call it cryogenic
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
as fuck in this bape
Same one you love they'll spit in your face
Come ride with me, we winning this race
I'm high as can be, you can see by my face
Imma do
just to make my rims spin
Half a million dollars spent on the house I live in
Even more spent on the seat I sit my ass in
Soulja boy tell em a.k.a
let me work it/ I put by thing down flip it and reverse it/It???s your fremme neppa venette/It???s your fremme neppa venette???
Soulja Boy ???
Yeah,Yeah im talkin about soulja boy tellem
Twitter bitch, Twitter King bitch. yahh.
Moneyyy... ya feel me.
ill break it down one time,
2010
boy
I don't fuck with hi-points, this a Glock, boy
And I'm a Soulja Livin' Tru, that's off top, boy
Why you got your shirt off, cause I'm hot, boy
Where
I be chillin by my lonesome
Feel like they don’t fuck with me
Acting like you know sum
Nigga youn know bout me
I’m Posted up on k block right
My price went up
Tryna get this set up
Some homies felons (ah ah)
That dude like Soulja Boy cause he tell 'em
I don't know that random
He ain't
boy on FOX5
I brought Fergie to the block (block)
Fordham for the stunt
Me and Smurk before the deal
This ain't what you want
We got the streets,
I always got my souljas with me
Homie roger that
All in the future
We got no time to be running back
They feel the pain 'cause we levitatin'
I think
chase a bag adding up all the dubs
Got her mad she stay throwing subs
Make up by the way that we fuck
Ain’t no man that can compare to me
I could change
They fold ya
I'm traumatized
I seen shit that turn you Soulja
I swea I hate being sober
For problems I smoke doja
U changed up on me
But that's yo L
coming just wait
I'm back and I'm better you late
Them boys some gorillas they bape
Jungle made me what I am today
I want the green
I want the fetti
tell that she mad I'm on
I just be mixin' the BAPE with Vlone
I wish that some niggas would leave me alone
Use to finesse the niggas, now singin' C
alone, let me get some peace
I'm sittin at the house and a nigga can't sleep
Leave me alone ho, before I have to knock your ass out
(Hey Soulja Boy
Trick
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
(Yeah, and the boy Bow Wow in the building, haha)
My swag to official, man
(Ayy, Soulja my swag too, man)
Y'all
When you look in my eyes gon see a soulja
My loyalty is everything i told ya
Right or wrong I’m riding I done showed ya
Look me in my eyes bitch I
these bitches got bad intentions
But I just want my money
I just want my money
Got 'em
I'm startin' to feel like wavin' shotties
Started from the bottom,
bandanna, Gucci, Gucci bandanna
(Ey) Gucci bandanna, Gucci, Gucci bandanna
Soulja Boy bandanna
It's Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, I rap with Shawty Lo
I got so
(Soulja Boy Tell 'Em) soulja Boy on the beat
Yasss bish, yasss, yasss bish, yasss
Yasss bish, yasss, yasss bish, yasss
Yasss bish, yasss, yasss
on the glizzy, trigger get to clicking
Said that it's check just for the neck had to tell the bitch (Uh uh)
All I want is bread bitches wanna spread got em
some people out
Especially the parking enforcers you got me buggin' out
Charging 25 because I didn't want to be late
Since parking is so ass these
red lights
Tell me stop cause I'm killin em
Got chains like a millions
Lames they not feelin em
But tell em keep hatin
Praying on my downfall, tell em
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