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my homes
Cop a couple drop tops we ain't stoppin' we gone
Eat shrimp and lobster with the boss on the phone
Watch out for nigga go by me a drone
I tell

you fu you is who you wasn't
I'm on fire like I hopped out the oven
I'm so high yea I'm baked
That boy dry point him to the lake
I get that loud in by

the greatest
Call up Soulja Boy tell 'em that we made it

Dont worry bout who don't
We gone let em all
Know what's good.
Learn how to sniff em out
Break em down
Put em in a wood
Money motivate me
I made

Kobeazy
And that's with a K by the way
Haha
Yup

Ya fought its sad
Cuz ya missed
And now you after me cuz ya pissed
My drip never on E and I'm lit
I

boys that's OverEast
They might tell on me
You a shooter and a rat
Why you tryna put that cell on me?
Fuckin' with that voodoo
Told my auntie put that

All in Together

Skyzoo

The City's Favorite: The Mixtape

2006

The random axe savages that's pompous
We body a rock star in broad daylight
Tell 'em rock-a-by baby, till they all get the concept

Chip off the old block,

run it myself like a quarterback option
I pitch her ten bands and tell that hoe to go shoppin', and she buy herself some clothes (huh, huh)
And she

Bought my hoe some crawfish she gave me all ha turkey neck 
Gobblin my dick she deep throat like a beer bottle neck  
Ain’t even gag on it I had ta tell ha

name on the map

Hop out, cash on the kid, 800 on the dash for the bid, tell them boys don't pop out
Last on the grid, get the bag, don't ask where it's

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

stepped on her heart, I broke it piece by piece
Crank a bitch like I'm Soulja, no ring like she Schroeder
I'm really 1SiX bitch, I thought that I told you

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

By the label that made your ass lay it down on floors
Draper boys rolling deep, a necessary explanations obsolete
'Cause we don't bullshit, come

control
She tell her friends, they want in, who am I to tell em no
Fatha Ferg fuck what you heard, I'm that boy if you ain't already kno
I'm doin 69, with

talk boy I do not give 2 shits
Keep 100, tell you what the truth is
I don't fuck with these niggas let alone they music
Y'all fallin' off, but I'm up

Its the hot damn they so rad boys
Pull off hit the gas boy.
Too quick 120 on the dashboard
Slide by doin 125

Kody

Red-faced Rollie make me dead bitch

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

I'm ballin for blue and the green
Boy you be shopping on shein
I can just tell by your jeans
I understand it's yo thing
I ain't even mad at you king

freezin', nigga, I'm so icy, just look at my neck (ice, ice)
I know this lil' bitch went to college 
I can tell just by her head (nigga, uh)
Man, why these

And the fcuk boys wanna do you for your Things
You best can stand by your word nah guaranteed there gonna check you
Good in my hood you can check bruddah bruddah

(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)

You would think the sneaks educated with these big words
Leave him in the street with wings,

Shinra Tensei bitch you feeling my pain
My boy a Soulja hit you with that Drake
Put that chrome to his dome and then split up his brain
Pull up to yo block

myself, cuz I don't mess with the people
Rhude shoes on, new shoes on, what'd I tell them
I get in the t-shirts, and I also mail 'em
Planted myself in