Lyrics:
[Intro]
[Soulja Boy]
A-Rab man, I just got back from da mall man, guess what I got?
[A-Rab]
Man, what you get Soulja Boy?
[Soulja Boy]
Man, I got me
happy I'm your man (I can't)
If he gets caught, it just takes one call
I'll come running
Boy, I promise I will be there for you
All my heart, it belongs
wanna knoe if i got birds
Bitch i got 20s i got 22s i got 24s i got 23s
I even got 19s but don't tell nobody
Man im tha boy man yall
Niggas can't fuck
tell me I should
Baby you should take me as I am
An be happy you're my girl 'cause I'm happy I'm your man
If he gets caught, it just takes one call
tell me I should
Baby you should take me as I am
An be happy you're my girl 'cause I'm happy I'm your man
If he gets caught, it just takes one call
not, brrrr
Yeah, tell 'em it's the ROC
In New York, let Jigga rock, I'm higher than my socks
I'm twisted like my locks, big up to the Lox
I did
Overseas I'm killin'em
Played the cards you dealt and boy now I'm dealin'em
Yeah I stayed and scrapped
It was like ten of them
Sub-Zero finished them
of fake bird, mean it mix with that cut
You quacking ass niggas, need to shut the fuck up
I tell em: All muscle, no pussy
The plug bless me, straight kush,
of this
So go on and get yourself a bar of this
No change, man, gimme the bucks
The kinda candy I sell, they call it 'Deez Nutz'
I'm almond with
I'm a demon I stay on attack
I feel like I'm Soulja cause she make it clap
Cross that boy up someone get him a map
Yeah Ty the Vision but Meezy he
hearin' 'em
(This America man)
Blasted off a tab yeah I'm tweakin' already
Heard there's a party at The Lodge, gotta start sippin' steady
Yeah I been in
like Arron rodgers
Niggas not scaring shit boy y'all not no monsters
Do em like Tyson with the fade but I'm not no boxer
All black with the bald heads
hustle no more
But I would never say that no more
I got my mind right, money right, yeah
The pot's hot as the rock expands
It's the paper chasin' man
Put your bid in
Get your hustle on
This underground shit
And I'm the underdog
You niggas little smoke
Boy, I big chief
Louisiana Made, but I rep Tha'
tell us who really ball?
Chamillion and Paul Wall
Let's open, the garage and pull
Them cars out, Why?
Show em how boys in the
Dirty south
on Hustle Avenue
If I ain’t got no money ima catch a attitude (Attitude)
These Niggas playin wit my money and ima smack a dude (Pew pew)
And im about my money
gun, what you gon' do boy?
You betta sit down nigga don't play like that
Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat
Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya
stomping
Like a big dawg na all da baddest bitches I’m humpin
Can’t have a bitch aroun me if she can’t hustle like man
Typa bitch can’t flip no money if you
I been a
Soulja Boy
Yup in my
White T
Get a stain
Off in that bitch
I Buy a new pack
Next week
No Gucci Mane
But the lemonade
Make a Nigga squeeze
Roll on em
Man y'all know money is the mission
Get ya dough on em
I tell em swerve you can miss me wit that I don't want it
And if hustle don't get it
Only 5 foot 7 but keep the big boy blunts
Thuggin’ on a fuck nigga like
You a bitch don't jump
Flexed a little with the Draymond style
But I'm A1 now
hand
The definition of being a Soulja
Move like a loners
Cookin this homer
She got that Marge
Plenty of head
That’s what i need so i tell her come over
a number two pencil cause I'm 'bout to test niggaz
This game about to drop, shit I'm 'bout to bless niggaz
I tell 'em no cheating's allowed, eyes on your
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
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