Search results for 'she thirsty by soulja boy tell em' Page #39

some real ones by my side
Let's go

Two more bitches
Two more Swishas, tell em two more cups 
And two more bands, to make em dance 
Bust it open gotta

rich as hell, you can tell by my new fit, boy
Yeah, you fucked that bitch, but she still gon' eat my dick, boy
If I shed a tear, tell the bro to shoot

Beez Like

Young Jeezy

Seen It All: The Autobiography

2014

the whole la familia turn hot like that
Any city, any block, any boulevard
I survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy
I could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts
I

familia turn hot like that
Any city, any block, any boulevard
I survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy
I could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts
Can make it

A Milli

Lil Wayne

Tha Carter III [Deluxe Edition]

2008

You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't

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

the way he leech nigga
Broke boy this a foreign
You can tell by how it screech nigga
Carti's on the lens
You can't see what I can see nigga
These niggas be

I'm not Rick
I don't give a fuck what Soulja Boy said about Kanye's shit
You just mad 'cause your verse wasn't that hot
I'm just really goin' off

savage
Dead opps they caught that nigga lackin
Free the opps first day out ima whack em
Fuck the opps tell em cacth me in traffic
Steppers march and really

Okay dip wait uh
Sit down
Snap ya fingers you the boss wait uh
Wear the crown
Soulja boy tell em yah wait uh
What's that sound
Hear the voices in

on a dick
Show her how to get a bag
And be taking over shit

Look, I don't need yo money
Got my own bag
Soulja boy nigga get your own swag
Had to slow it down

on a d**k
Show her how to get a bag
And be taking over s**t

Look, I dont need yo money
Got my own bag
Soulja boy n***a get your own swag
Had to slow it down

neck
Stack that shit like dirty dishes
Crank that bitch up, no ignition
Feeling like I'm Soulja Boy, I did it first with no permission
Know his pussy ass

Feelin' like a hot boy, feel like Soulja slim free BG
All them suckas turn they back, and I ain't really need em
Road to success, I caught a flat, they kept

ain't ever cap rap cause I don't really think it's cool
Always be yourself and fuck 'em if they making Fun of you
(Youuu)
Call me Soulja Boy I'm cranking

really miss me
Really wanna kiss me
Soulja boy
Kiss me thru the phone
I didn't do you first
Baby girl
You know you so wrong
Baby take practice for hers
She

a Soulja Boy nigga, I had speakers goin hammer on my cellphone
Lying on his homies that left, nigga knowing that he dead wrong
Say I'm bipolar I think got

by your side
Riding like a Glock .45
Now, now you're lonely when you slide 
(we could've been here together)
Tell me what money do, if it don't by

C-Town

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Strength & Loyalty

2007

You can tell by the way I walk, the way I flow from around here
Nigga Midwest where the weed ain't the best but we came up
Now we get flew from

it's perfect

I took my clip and Glock, put 'em together
Gave her the d**k, and she made me her header
She told me Oke, we belong together
She said

than King Kong 

Aye aye
What the man say?
I think the boy thirsty
Get em some lemonade 
Minute maid with a dinner plate
And I'm finna Lick it if

your boy confused
Though I'm not convinced
Would tell you washed up
But your flow is drenched
Let me clear my throat let
Me spit these quotes
And tell

then been lost it
Been fucked her, been off her
Fives and Tens in my Tim boxer
Pressing one whenever Don call me
This a chance to tell my mom sorry
She

em thick but a little petite
Taste like Waikiki
Love when they freaky
Keep on the low we sneaking
She got me saved as "keeped em"
Son of a gun
I'm