Lyrics:
(This the mind of a soldier)
(A mind of a soldier)
(Yeah, bitch I feel like Soulja, yeah-yeah)
(Uh, uh, shit)
I was outside with a lil drac', they
meet pop
You got the kittens fed up with your fake set up
I keep niggas on rooftops to watch you
I move by smooth, even keep the new spots supplied
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
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
That boy countin' a lot, huh
Look, bah, grrt, woo
Yeah
Woo
Look, see them hatin' ass niggas talkin', tell 'em, niggas, stop it (woo)
Woo
Lil Kolo a Soulja, boy I did it first
But sometimes I be feeling like Ray J
Cause im with a thick bit built like Kim
I think I might make her my bay bay
gotta realize, the boys on the east side
You call em S-A's, I call em allies
Because the day that we all unite
Watch the pigs get real polite
Punk
I caught them cases , I came back around with nothing to do
Pops dont condone it , but he said do what you gotta do
Brother is forever with me, I'ma
make ends
No I ain't going back in
Took a L that was less than a win
Pop the boy I won't see em so shoooot
Niggas always talking bout what they gone
there Heaven or Hell? Tell me where the killers go
My pill busting slow, fill up the dro
I'm bout to tell 'em what they need to know
Don't fuck with us,
the track for the maniac
Only thing I'm giving out is black donuts and dirty backs
Let me tell ya how rough I get
I pop shit behind your back, get in your
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
& turn into an assassin
Ya wanna sleep so don't hop on the wagon
Gang finna eat tell em boys keep nappin
Wanna talk hot get pop what happened
2 shots
BOP
think I'm a Cowboy Beamer M3 and they sitting on some alloys
Black Boy King, diamond ring, and you know it bling Moving right to left, hypnotized by
'bout no muthafuckin' people
I won't rest till I see a nigga dead in the concrete
I be a TRU Soulja till I'm buried
I leave 'em worried, gettin' high for
they'll never get up
Few of 'em might even pull out their strap and go yak-yak-yak-yak-yak-yak with the gun
I'm a tell 'em that God He want all of your
bullshit Michael Jordan in forty-five
I got what you need you need just get in line
One time got caught slippin', got caught up by one time
Had my face all
tongue
Lick 'em places niggas wouldn't dare put they faces (come on)
Before I die, hope I one day can float by
In the brand new tres uno ocho
Now when
tongue
Lick 'em places niggas wouldn't dare put they faces (come on)
Before I die, hope I one day can float by
In the brand new tres uno ocho
Now when
Дует ветер, но мы не проснёмся
Это Sweet OG, wow
Эй, R.I.P. POP и Fredo
Yurman on the beat, yeah
Soulja Boy Tell ‘Em (Tell ‘Em)
Расскажу как делать
askin' me
Why I don't be hangin' out where they be hangin' out
I tell 'em, I say, "Lil nigga, listen here
If I don't got no business there, I don't got
Non-stoppin', I'ma hit 'em till the block explode
Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, what you want?
I even got a little rock 'n' roll
The most creative, original, got 'em
In Peace to all my fucking soldiers mane
I feel like I'm Soulja boy im doing things
I got video games I got fucking movies
I be playing by the game
up
Look how they did my nigga Young Dolph
I'm paranoid i gotta keep glocks
So please just shutup and don't talk
Wrong word and i'm letting the heat pop
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