Lyrics:
going down boy too bad fuck ya, sorry for ya
Listen let's not to get shook, but I ain't the one to come lookin'
Cause all I can tell the police is, I am
[Soulja Rap:]
She bad, like a student in detention
Walk inside the club and my chain just glistenin
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em yeah I got Chris wit me
I bet
back with your mama
You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?
Top of my drop still missin' as Osama
(Still breaking boys off,
Yeah yeah man
It's the year 2007
Aka the year 2000 n soulja boy tell em
And im back on the track
Stacks on deck entertainment pawn tree management
Bitches passing by, "oh my, he's so gangsta" (you're out of line)
Mmm, I'll tell you what I'm talkin' 'bout
When I was a young boy (you're out of line)
Dey Panties / Say i Just Turned It Up A Notch Ta Make Dese Understand me / Applyin’ Over Kill / You Ain’t Dying Bout it But My Souljas Will / Den Mob
ain't never heard real pain before
Just make sure you tell 'em about me
I feel like I don't talk about it
Cause it's not in my body
I just rather stay
see it workin' out
Get a job or go to school to please my momma
Quit my job and now I'm stressin' 'bout a dollar
Everybody tryna grab me by the collar
of the mob
Mama used to tell me to get me a job
I used to tell my mama "Don't you worry, sahob"
One day my pockets gon' be as fat as the blob
Ayy, yeah,
a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper
season
And the taste is perfection
I can tell just by how you're breathing
Now when I run into these walls
I break em' down just like 28
Now every time I
liek lebron
Chase down liek lebron (yeuh uhh)
I-I got tha wock in my backpack
I feel liek soulja boy kno that I crank dat
Whippin mclaren (woo0oo0o) u
Josh
Tell em get up off my jock, I sleep in on the cops
Now I'm ready for these haters if they creeping around my spot
I ain't speaking on the block,
that double R with my AR, all by myself (it's Dolph)
Damn Dolph, you smashed his bitch then smoked his homeboy (fuck 'em)
Had to look in the mirror
(Why?!)
There he goes, right there with his toy souljas
I'm all by myself, let's git dis ova
Dogg down on the whole crowd, don't nobody move
Where my
to hurt me, my momma dead so fuck 'em
A small timer on the rise, so nothin' I feel
To my niggas in the county, I might do a bit with ya
Boy, in the streets
before
And if you wasn't present
I really can't tell you bout
Some of the things
I done seen before
Keep my eater closed
I know these streets get cold
niggas ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies ride on you (take money)
Bitch made-ass Bad Boy bitches, feel it (hey, yo, yo, hold the fuck up,
niggas ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies ride on you (take money)
Bitch made-ass Bad Boy bitches, feel it (hey, yo, yo, hold the fuck up,
seen my own niggas Soulja hate (Fuck em' tho)
So I ain't laughin' wit no nigga keep my poker face (Fuck em' tho)
Yeah I'm on that shit like right now
to solve them
Line them numbers up like county jail
One by one I call 'em, all 'em deprived like my seasons, sad call 'em autumn
Waiting for the winter
see da only is, you see da blazee
It was all paid fo' by my baby
I'm da first with, I'm worth words
Like da dope boys dey flip birds
I'm up all night,
shades too silly cause they made by Cavalli
Jays so excited, you can't find 'em lil' buddy
I'm not Nick Cannon, but I'm "Wild'n Out" clubbin'
Watchin'
walked by, tried to catch my eye
Had him on his tippy toes won't lie
Richgirl put em on a natural high
Now you wanna play it off
And act hard
It is what is
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