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Procreation
Compositions already written by themselves
Saying heck is for the people not believin' in gosh
Good Job
Get 'em up way high
Anime drop top, I look like Inuyasha.
Yo, back on the track, it's the anime master.
Holes on my dick, Cowboy Bebop when I'm blastin.
Soulja boy tell'em
Wusup! to my nigga Kel, Third Ward is the motherfuckin' house
Mac Melph Calio, R.I.P. Pimp Daddy, Kilo ya with me, wusup Bryce hahahaha
Pop 'Em
and
Passive aggressive is not who I am
Soulja Boy Tell Em' I'm doing my dance
I'm with the band
Rollin' like rocks
Taking my loss
Turn em' to wins
Fly out
'bout no muthafuckin' people
I won't rest till I see a nigga dead in the concrete
I be a TRU Soulja till I'm buried
I leave 'em worried, gettin' high for
bad as fuck
By the smoking and still'll line you up
Like the ruler
Mind on money making maneuvers
Never make the news again
My legal shooter'll do ya
Today should be a time of grand celebration
My first council occasion, my job placement
Today marks the first of three
Ceremonies that signify
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
don't speak often
I just give'em bank rolls
And tell'em keep walking
I just show a bitch money
I don't keep talking
Then she slob on my nob like she
hand it off through the window
clready know I gotta stretch my work it might be a minute till I reload
Ima a Soulja Boy got k's in the couch I chill
still indoors in my Versace robe
Matching underwear, Illuminati got his soul
Phone ringin', Benny Medina, yeah, it's J-Lo (hola)
Tell her fat boy got
I'll never let them down
I be up on my P, I'll never let them down
Ain't no squares by me, I'll never let them round
Tell me do you see me as a friend
Parelli's all armored up
And this .38 will knock the beak off of Daffy Duck
Wave cap
Cover my waves hollow tip cover my ass
Face covered by my army
Parelli's all armored up
And this .38 will knock the beak off of Daffy Duck
Wave cap
Cover my waves hollow tip cover my ass
Face covered by my army
I fucked her for free
And now you walk around like somehow you got one up on me
Nigga please, this your brother part
This nigga found Soulja Boy's
I don't like them and they don't like me either
See a copper, tell 'em suck on my beaver
Wearing a badge? You an underachiever
And it's un-Australian
I give part time help
I'm the odd job man
I can't do what I want
So I do what I can
And I'll tell you now
So that you will understand
You get just
Yo, Yo... what was i....?
Ladies pukin' when they see me, 9 out of 10 women
But the one freak who about it, I put my thing in 'em
X 3
Ladies puking
shirts, socks and sandels
Keep the God in me, the Hova Ja knew Allah in me
Ball wit' me, don't tell 'em who saw when 'bout to squall wit' me
Fall wit'
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
What you think my gun bust ice one
Down in Georgia
Six hours from Florida
Niggas get slaughtered
Boy where I'm from
Problems gon' get solved
By
of civillians
Tell 'em I'm chilling with Patron on ice
And my home on ice, and my neck on ice
Lo-lo-lo-look at my ring, I'm a hustler string
You should learn
Ain't nobody tell me this but you did
Too much on my mind but I feel you can
Take this pain away make me a new man
I won't ever feel that this be
get, the more my ambition tells there's more
I'll move an eighth for that girl, I'll move a half for that boy
Then I flip that,double up, kick back,
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