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alone I sat by her side till it was dawn
We got talking, and I found out she's got a boy
I was still attracted tho it kinna sucks
She went with me

All Eyes on me
Yo you, you think it's wise to keep focusin' on what other n****s is doin' (all eyes on me)
Boy I'm so out of tune with this shit I'm

Untouchable

Eminem

Untouchable

2017

, 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

Bitch Please

Lil Wayne

Wayne's World 7: The Finale

2007

your woo game won't work think
You a soulja I'm a put him on a camoflauge shirt
 Berg, Weezy, look what I did to 'em choppa style
Gon' and put a cig

Bitch Please

DJ Storm

Drank Epidemic, Vol. 13

2008

Nabisco. Brim low, all I can see is my flow. What's up Chicago? What's up New Orleans? And if ya strapped squeeze.

And tell the fuck nigga please, nigga

wit it
By seventh period, he through wit it..........It's Chopper City

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
I represent my dawg Soulja
That's why you can catch me

ain't the real you fuck yo image
Shit if it ain't broke don't fix it
If it's mine I can tell by the strength
I can tell this chick lying through her nose

Soulja Boy Tell 'Em bK
Yeah ha, ha, ha
Bitch

Brap, brap, brap, brap
Brap, brap, them choppas
Shawty on tip because she is a bopper
She fucked

Way Up/
Way Up, (hold up get yo) Way Up/
Way Up, (niggas Know I’m) Way Up/
Way Up, (Tell Them Boys to) Way Up/



Verse 2:

If You Wanna ride Then Now

that bitch boy
We on his ass chase em down on foot boy
Even if he with his gang we gon get them cook
Boy Aye'' C we get them cook boy
This is Drilla typa

Golds in They Mouth

Master P

Ghetto Postage

2000

give a fuck if you don't like me!
Yea, I walk with a lean like I'm on some other shit
I'm on top.. you can tell by my click
I'm from the south lil

up, live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up
I tell 'em live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up

Live it up, run up on him

and Spin a Benz
I can't I tell em who I smoke
I put dat dro off in the wind
Shout out the Kodak koly p and free La Jackboy
Prime Def Bobby Fishscale and la

finger
Wrist to my bling, yeah, my fever is king, yeah

I'm telling you where we bring it
I type by A-K-S-K
I type by centing, yeah
Yeah, yeah, me boy dem

up
Tell em they betta call back up
When it's game time we don't play fair
We gon make time you just say where
You roll straight by we go straight there

the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when

Weezy Baby

Lil Wayne

Tha Carter II

2005

(yeah)
What up, Left Eye? (what up?), what up, Aaliyah? (what up?)
Yeah, TEC-9 close by, touch 'em up (yeah)
I shoot niggas in the mouth, boy, pucker up

your rent due, woo!
Put your face to the glass
Ass to the pole, you know how it go
Like Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, shh, everybody know
It's a lot of bad

Loud Pipes

Juvenile

Tha Block Is Hot

1999

on lock when that nigga slanging pickle
Who got Benz, a prowler, playboy, and a Vette
Tell the truth--who fucked ya on the same night when we met?
Now,

that's
Why this year I tell yah
I don't need no favors
(Damn, Soulja Boy stunt on them haters)
And my resolution for New Years
Is nigga we made it!
You

they pull up, no discussion if I tell 'em that (brrt)

(Shit) I'm mad as hell that Delta delayed my flight
Generation 5 on my hip, you think I came

Shinra Tensei bitch you feeling my pain
My boy a Soulja hit you with that Drake
Put that chrome to his dome and then split up his brain
Pull up to yo block

myself, cuz I don't mess with the people
Rhude shoes on, new shoes on, what'd I tell them
I get in the t-shirts, and I also mail 'em
Planted myself in

(kiss me through the phone)
See you when I get home (when I get home)
Baby, I know that you like me, you my future wifey
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, yeah
You can