Lyrics:
Bingo
Bingo
Bingo
Bingo
Bingo
Bingo
Bingo
Ah,
It's Gucci, Soulja,
It's Gucci, Soulja Boy Tell Em'
It's Gucci
Burr burr
Pass by in my
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
talking bank roll my money my money my money
(Ace Hood)
And where my money young niggas gotta have that
Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag
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'
spinnin'
They thought the Ferrari was rented
I'm ridin my windows ain't tinted
It's Soulja Boy Tell 'Em im gettin it
Molly in my pocket, taking off like
tha way
im poppin these rubber bands stacks on deck way taller
then a rubber man swagg super clean like tha bath tub
bubble man fuckin wit dem rat boys
the Deacon
Cat's away, well, the mice will play
Lol, smiley face, have a nice-a day
'Cause pop, pop, pop, there goes my rubber band
So stop, stop, stop
shame in my game, boy, you know I'm the shit
I get treated like a queen by every nigga I'm wit'
'Cause this pussy got power, goin' for some hours
we the best
And I'm down in Miami
Ridin' in the phantom
Somewhere by south beach
Soulja boy tell em
Got a million dollar mouth piece
On my dog
busting rubber bands
You don't got it
You don't get it
Then you don't understand
Give a fuck bout how you feel
Tell that bitch I'm riding trill
Why you
in my Air Force Ones
I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom (big boy)
There's something about 'em that's dirty, that's why I got
like soulja boy tell em and they parents they can't see it they blind they wonder why they kids talking bout soulja boy all the time(all the time) they
Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr
Soulja Boy off in this ho, I'm gon' roll up all this dro
Gucci on the passenger, the Ferrari's painted, whoa
Boy you
Went to see the doctor
Had a karat in my ear
Like what up doc
These bunnies bugging told em I couldn't hear
Spinning the wheels
burning the rubber
in my Air Force Ones
I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom (big boy)
There's something about 'em that's dirty, that's why I got
the Deacon
Cat's away, well, the mice will play
Lol, smiley face, have a nice-a day
'Cause pop, pop, pop, there goes my rubber band
So stop, stop, stop
neva had no timberlands
All you niggas is my sons I feel father Abraham
My bread expanding I gotta put em in rubber bands
Say If yk da bins dats hittin
Soulja Boy Tell'em with a brand new mac eleven
N***a try me man I'm rockin' gucci sweaters
Louis on my head BLVD is getting money
N***az hatin' on me
of people glad
glad glad yea glad I do it from
the heart and if I wasn't gonna finish man why would I even start?
Im soulja boy tell em and my
life is
I'm rocking that boat
And you ain't blocking my goals
And they tryin' to see what I'm doin'
I tell em' they can't it's out of they scope
Been down, I
runs it
Nigga my heart beat slow & pump blood
Souljas been around wit before they had thugs
I'm gonna give it 2 ya raw I'm gon' tell it like it is
I'm
my lil' soulja there
Bitch, it's over, I thought I told you that
Ayy, you too messy, why you posting that?
I can really tell them boys to spin that
sky gettin high wit my dawgs
From the cell to the trenches
We gon make it out
Boy say that he a soulja we can shoot it out
Free my boys on them books
We
think that hard
I’m so real keep a 5th it’s all camo no flauge
Now lemme tell you bout this straight dawg
Keep that boy there on a leash
All I know
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