Lyrics:
on the cover of Fader
And she say it's my time like Flava
Plus she know I ain't fishin, but I bait'em
And I'm livin' like Flava (Yeah yeah)
Tell the bitch I'm
on the cover of Fader
And she say it's my time like Flava
Plus she know I ain't fishin, but I bait'em
And I'm livin' like Flava (Yeah yeah)
Tell the bitch I'm
Doll then, Soulja Boy Tell 'Em we got one
No, I can't fit it in my pocket
Got a quarter million cash, I can't fit it in my pocket
Me and Asian Doll
love you
So tell em' I said fuck you
Yeah I said fuck you (Yeah yeah)
I snuck in Drake's house when he was alone inside (Uh oh)
You can say I have
check it)
And if you don't know, now you know (uh, come on)
You know very well (yeah)
Who you are (money, hoes and clothes)
Don't let 'em hold you
check it)
And if you don't know, now you know (uh, come on)
You know very well (yeah)
Who you are (money, hoes and clothes)
Don't let 'em hold you
bitch, she done hit my DM five times
Got to bitches on her face like a drive-by
Wanna hit me late night and give me loud lies
She know a plug, they like
(popn)
I got that rachet hoe
Look at that bag she hold yea
I got that ratchet gold
Came with that ratchet tho yea
VSE
This that boy, from that C but I
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
back she like damn bae what you tryna burp me
She like you play too many games you always tryna hurt me
She told me soulja I'm queen and only kings
bump
Im trapping baby, I ain't doin no Hip Hop
Sipping On Juice
She start to call me Big Poppa
Like the Notorious, B-IG
Boy I think Im Al-MIGHT TY
Boy I
can top this
She be tripping over shit, but it all be modest
Why you tripping over hoes knowing you da flyest
Tell 'em niggas if they searching tell 'em
Back up stack my cash up I'm in my bag uh
Got it out the mud now these bitches on my sack uh
Opps in my blunt I'm gon' smoke 'em by the pack uh
(uh, come on)
You know very well (yeah)
Who you are (money, hoes and clothes)
Don't let 'em hold you down (bankrolls, yeah, haha)
Reach for
go
Chanel, I'ma drip her in the nice clothes
Told her that I love her, It's a typo
Tell her I won't ever hold her down
Walk away then she hit me with
(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
Beach soulja, hold ya horses
Porsche's, Rolls, Royce's
Decisions, choices, make 'em
Puerto Rican face, but her booty is Jamaican
Breasts Brazilian,
wine
20 inches is the only thing I sit my shit on
Don't bring ya bitch around me
Cause my dick she'll wanna sit on
And I ain't gonna tell her nothing
"Bigger Picture"
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records
This that 2... k... 15... turn up, she ain't never been the hot type but now she burn em
Hurt a niggas feelings quick,yea kick to the sternum...
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
off
Rocket ship, we're blastin' off
When I touchdown, that's like seven points
Hop out the bed like Soulja Boy
Stack my guap, even lil' coins
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
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
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