Lyrics:
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I read the kids letters to Santa Claus I read 'em over one by
One
And I surely like to get my hands on the fella that said
Christmas shoppin's
how it was at the start woah mm
I'm gon' be a star
Shoppin' spree I go and fill up my cart (oh no)
We could kick it we could cruise (we could cruise)
said fuck school then I got the trap
Lil niggas out here getting high selling eighths of bud just to get em by
Got them j's but ain't got no money
Soulja Boy Tell em
(I gotcha)
Yeah, Justin Bieber
(That's me)
She's a rich girl
(She's a rich girl, rich girl)
Yeah
She's a rich girl
Buying all
call me go and get her
Send her on a shoppin' spree
No million dollar budget
That ain't shit to me
Honestly
Pennies compared to what she's given me
Life
hoes wanna bop on me (what?)
Broke hoes wanna bop on me
Want me to take 'em on a shoppin spree
But you ain't ridin (naw), not with me
Cause I feelin
the house by Chuck D's side
Chuck got the flavor, Flav don't hide
P.E. crazy, crazy P.E., makin' crazy Louie's for the shoppin' spree
Ya eatin' dirt 'cause
'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these
'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these
read the kids letters to Santa Claus I read 'em over one by one
And I surely like to get my hands on the fella that said Christmas shoppin's fun
I got
Niggas in camp (camp)
I've been reppin' the town, holdin' it down
Through it all still stayed solid
Tell 'em if they had a problem with it
Should've
in-fuckin'-deed)
Well tell your girl you gone holla, 'cause me and you we bout to leave,
Now what you bout, shoppin' sprees?
(Yes in-fuckin'-deed)
Benz
You remind me of a folder
Push me down and I heat up like a toaster
That boy is a Soulja
I hate these niggas more than I hate being sober
I can't
it and glock and um cocking it gettin hot by da minute.
Soulja boy tell em I?m all about cheddar folk icey
new chevy same color as antelope.
I?m sick
they got some loose lips
I'd rather link up with some bitches, they off two fifths
Court rooms I hate those all these niggas do a tell in em'
Sell em
to keep the D up inside 'em now
So many girls off up in the mall boy a nigga be in the club (ohh!)
Soon as one of them walk by me and I be like, "Yo
to keep the D up inside 'em now
So many girls off up in the mall boy a nigga be in the club (oh!)
Soon as one of them walk by me and I be like, "Yo whats
em
DJ Paul-
Now tell me how you boys talk wit all that shit in yo mouth
And how the hell you down ta key that open doors for tha Mid-South?
I put half
buhl rappin about it I'm giving you promo
I was the first like Soulja boy, and niggas is stealin my Mojo
The rapper you thought was a rapper, he drillin
many thick fees I see
Getting bubbly waitin' for Stokes and T, I spit a little game at three
Tryin' to talk up on the shoppin' spree
Or a be of that
Bags cheap, I get 'em gone, can't tell you who I get 'em from
I been goin' crazy in my city, turned into the plug
Lamborghini boys, we the ones who
I been a
Soulja Boy
Yup in my
White T
Get a stain
Off in that bitch
I Buy a new pack
Next week
No Gucci Mane
But the lemonade
Make a Nigga squeeze
flavor-flav don't hide
P.e. crazy, crazy p.e., makin' crazy loowies for the shoppin' spree
Ya eatin' death 'cause ya like gettin' dirt from da graveyard,
before my Y (might not never, haan)
Even my abuela know that (let's get 'em Mixx)
Let's go (let's go), we take a trip to the opps (we take a what?)
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