Lyrics:
My team so cop bitch ion need no fuckin substitutes
Don’t need no shooter Ima soulja Yk I’m gon shoot
She love da way I pop my shit she love my dickie
TIME FOR GAMES/
IM BOUT MY DOUGH BOY THAT'S WHAT I CLAIM/
SURE ENOUGH HE MADE HIS WAY RIGHT OVER/
GRIPPED MY BODY THEN STARTED TO LEAN OVER/
ITS TIME
wit' whole lotta guns, bussin' shots (Yeeaaahh)
So somebody call 50, and tell him come quicky
Go try to make 'em young boys stop (Ooowhh!!)
I'm not sent
put'em on ah self-destruct
But I don't wanna go to hell
Vix'n tha body does it tell'n explicit
For more'n I seen ya vision
And let never fiendin catch us
please. My goons got guns on deck. Nigga D. I. E. or live off I.v's. It's what I am with tha YB's
[Yung Berg:]
Get em
Fresher than a baby's bottom crazy
hmm) Candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's the way a player floss
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout
I'ma
cleo
I'm not going back and forth bout my people
Aye tell all my bruddas I love em
I wouldn't trade they life in for nothing
I'm tryna make a way for my
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
until tha day we die (Bu-bu-bu-buck!)
Some say I'm out my mind, I say I'm about my grind (What!!)
Dat's why when I tell 'em I bought a phantom
They know
dat you need yours
Shit ain't all good but tha hood still got my back
And believe dat I got my strap (Get 'Em Buck!!)
I don't wanna hear bout tha shit
up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
Look, I'm slippin right behind ya nigga
Don't try to hide cause I'll find ya
'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga
[Verse Four: Lil' Wayne]
Now I'm runnin with all these killas so all I know is
Ho's say I'm a dog nigga, naw I'm a Hogg nigga
I got money, so fuck it I'm a ball nigga
Them other boys just out here rapping it
While I'm a young nigga
'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga
[Verse Four: Lil' Wayne]
Now im runnin with all these killas so all I know is
look at me now
I'm still a dream
Verses2:
I'm tha dream nobody can't tell me I'm not
Because I was born with it
Not only that
Lord blessed me with it
to strangers
Bang wit glocks, bang wit 40s, and hammers
Glocks dat don't jam a bandanna I'm banannas
T.v. cameras damn he got damned em
Trick off wit dimes, I
off in da party and im bout da get loose dey hollin soulja boy tell'em gon hit Dat 1,2
Chorus 2x:
Ahhhh yuh snap and roll yuh snap and roll yuh
[Intro:]
Yeah!
It's Major Pain, baby
Knahtalkinbout?
Ha, Ha
Ight, let me get serious
KOOPA!
[Chorus: x2]
I come through and show em how to do it
a bag.
I'ont want no problem tryna eat; don't get in tha way of my grub.
My stomach call, I gotta answer; plus, I got a lil' boy.
Behind my life & how I'm
I'm on they ass like a pocket
You catchn my drip yea I leak like a faucet
Moma told me keep goin boy you got it
I told ha tha money coming ma I
so wrong until she tell me i ain't right
Send a fuck nigga to tha sky just like a kite
You can't turn me down because I'm lit and I'm too piped
I know
Nah Shootout Ayye, Nah Shootout Ayyee,
Nah Shootout Ayyee, Nah Shootout Ayyee
(Soulja Boy Tell Em)
[Verse 1:]
Its time to do my dance, pullin up my
a check
I be working going hard mane I'm all about a check
Gotta grind it out 7 days a week an get a check
All my folks tell me rest, I just tell'em I
I'm-I'm-I'm connected everywhere (that's the homie)
Everywhere I go all of the people know my name
It's ya big homie Snoopy, just tell 'em you with me
I
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