Lyrics:
you been
Uh, Return of two x know I'm back and I'm better
Having motion, getting right, stacking up cheddar
Like Soulja Boy I had to Tell em'
They
As high as a Batman
High Robin dont have an eye problem
Pistol on my hip I got a thigh problem
Rock ya hips Crime Mob em
Jae Millz
And let em boy know you
on a shirt, you a Twitter banner
Gucci Mane, that Kush be my cologne
Soulja Boy, baby, pick up the phone
Blowin' kisses to your bitch
Through the phone draco's
serve them dope boys
I see so many crack babies and laid bitches
Out by the bus stop hounded for a nigga's riches
I just fuck em' then duck em' and then
And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K's and hand grenades
Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin'
Now I'm ballin', don't plan
don't know why
So I'ma have to let em know who you lil n***** owned by
U dance to my songs like a little cheerLeader
Now you want to be a rapper
But
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
around it's
Going down like bitches (Ow)
Tell the dope boys, "Come holla at my crew"
(O oh)
Deep throat 'em, make 'em say "Yabadabadoo"
(O oh) rockin' door
I try to tell em he got one life
Problems keep stackin up he might just take his own life
But he know not give up he let his soul fight
Once he get
Royce
Like every day is Christmas, I got the coldest toys (coldest)
Told my boys, ten toes, hold ya poise
For the biggest comeback, word to Soulja Boy
understand the vision
My other niggas still banging tryna save em fore they meet the reaper
You find a good one, boy you better keep her
These hoes uh dry yo
a sentimental gangster
I mean a sinner, boy me 'fraid of
Them are try take your glory and your energy
Whatever, tell 'em it's whatever
Wanna see me good or never
just say that I'm an angelic rebel
Might just crank dat and you'll shit soulja boy tell em
I know I work for a blessing but it be in disguise
Standing
, 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
and I got B.A.D. bitches for my boys so
I treat 'em like pollo I'm servin' black Suburban,
Swervin' through the hood gettin' head like turbans,
Any job
better, cuz I'm baking everyday
Unaffected by the hate,You a lame and you late
Its a shame, its a shame, Ha I'm still getting paid
If we beef like Soulja
Yeah
All that molly, why your jaw so tight?
And you almost lost your job tonight
This not Breaking Bad, I bring my motherfuckin' pipe
Yeah, I love
knock)
Then bring yo head back, I'll tell 'em nice job (good job)
Forty-five thousand for the Rolex (what else, nigga)
Another forty thousand for
the law like, ooh
Get 'em off you
They hate you so much
You could least talk 'em bossy
Boss, yeah, boss up
Tell that boy that you need a better offer
Soulja Boy so don't say you (CDTV)
Flows contagious don't catch my flu (sick)
If you like it then you put it on loop (repeat)
Twenty nineteen spend a penny
if they don't want it
It's been so long
Since I met a chick ain't on my tips but then I'm
Dead wrong, when I tell 'em be gone
So hold
if they don't want it
It's been so long
Since I met a chick ain't on my tips but then I'm
Dead wrong, when I tell 'em be gone
So hold
'bout to throw it back, shootin' (do-do-do-do-do-do-do)
My niggas said they trill but I want 'em to prove it, yeah (gotta prove it)
If I wasn't rich,
lonely up at night and nobody was by my side (Boom boom boom)
2016 came my homie died I felt the pain I woke daily sniffing caine
Then late at night I
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