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now
Fuck Soulja Boy
Dog I heard that shit at Ice T's house
My Gucci bring them Mice's out
Like Gucci I'm so Icy now
I tat my hood all on my arm
Don't

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

Soulja Boy Tell em
(I gotcha)
Yeah, Justin Bieber
(That's me)
She's a rich girl
(She's a rich girl, rich girl)
Yeah

She's a rich girl
Buying all

Lord, I think I need a hitman
Tell Biggie I'm a big fan
Ooh my pockets on biggie smalls
And your pockets on stickman
I just came from the gun store
I

a fetus
Na I don't need your rap bars on my remix
Turn Soulja Boy tell ’em
Into Soulja Boy teethless
Ask about the kid, JID, older boys preaching
Teaching

the burden so I hung him by the Curtains
You know this coming from the heart I know you gonna feel these bars I let it out I'm in The dark
I'm not afraid

Things are great I'm not breaking bad
Yu laughing u thinking it's funny
Get my Guap don't make me mad
Tell em that I need a hunnit thousand
Tell em that I

city, no, Mr. Government
But, it's the holidays, everybody broke, so you knowin' that's why it's trouble sent
I'm Rolls Royce ridin', please don't tell

the toy
He hopped out wylin'
Shooting crazy like Soulja Boy
Got him in the frame, snapped shots
Not a Polaroid
Thousand words I never said to the pigs
Keep

granny ain’t shit
Your cousin, and your crusty future husband ain’t shit (Hey, you ain’t shit)

[Crank That]
Soulja boy, tell ‘em
Why you always lyin’ fo’

the closet play it creep
Hmm, cut em off they decreased
I'm trained to not stop til it's all complete
It wasn't your doubts that was stopping me
Cuz a nigga

It's H***

Field Mob

From tha Roota to tha Toota

2002

ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my

Until the End of Time

Lecrae

Empire

2015

they'll never get up
Few of 'em might even pull out their strap and go yak-yak-yak-yak-yak-yak with the gun
I'm a tell 'em that God He want all of your

Ok lemme tell you bout Jerome,

Just a young black boy growing up in Reading,

Dad died young mummy raising em alone,

Fearless black queen but she

Soulja Boy tell 'em

[Chorus]
Her booty got swag, her booty got swag [2X]
Now dip it down, den roll with it [2X]
Her booty so big I can hang my chain

so what if you can't
I thought I told you I'm a soulja
Life not a game but the streets is a controller
And ever since a baby stroller
Every time I got

MIA

Lil Wayne

Listennn... The Album

2006

Beach soulja, hold ya horses
Porsche's, Rolls, Royce's
Decisions, choices, make 'em
Puerto Rican face, but her booty is Jamaican
Breasts Brazilian,

phone
Cause this money talk ain't long
But it's got be blessed 
Got be blessed
Got be blessed by number one
I shake the game make em lose balance 
I'm

Aye like I gotta talk to em on this one gotta make em' feel you Lue aye pass me that right There yea it's like I had so much to say and like nobody

Sag My Pants

Hopsin

Raw

2012

my ass shows
I even slap hoes (Witch)
Yeah I'm an asshole (Yeah yeah)

And your parents hate me cause I love you
So tell em' I said fuck you
Yeah I

pain with a smile just so no one can tell
So when they ask if I'm alright I tell em everything's well

All that arrogance and pride, I
Dead 'em and fo'get 'em, i'm a saint

Yeah, they tell me sugarcoat it
Dumb it down but I can't
Might as well deny

people, shoutout to Nigeria
Doing what I want, I'm free like, I did not kill em
I got the vision, I'm Superman ohh, Soulja boy tell em
Osmanli in this

the street, tryin' to tell my boy go
That's when they ate him up with that motherfuckin' calico-ah
Now I'm pissed off feeling up with steam
I Went to bussin'