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Yeen ain't hear of white bitch
Yeen ain't hear of kilo?
Yeen ain't hear that Soulja Boy
Get money on the d-low?
Ridin' through the city
Got 'em bricks

think that hard 
I’m so real keep a 5th it’s all camo no flauge 

Now lemme tell you bout this straight dawg 
Keep that boy there on a leash 
All I know

remember I was a water boy
No wakin up n smellin roses we smelt gun smoke
Smoked em like piff we light yo ass up wen our guns blow
You Hea me talk in slangs

right on top of me
Pilf my way to the lottery
I'd say on God, no stopping me
Can't stop a G, cuz honestly
Dem lad try body me got bodied
Tell em, tell em

[Chorus]

[Talk:] Ay Ya'll Hit Up
Ay Ay Soulja Boy Tell Em
Im Out

know I thought I told ya' boy
Stacks On Deck, yeah I'm a mothafuckin' Soulja Boy
Ask ya' chick about me, I guarantee ya' she know ya' boy
I get it in'

Oh yeah, yeah, there we go
(Soulja Boy Tell 'Em,  ayy,  woo, woo woo)
Yeah,  what's up, bruh? 
(Yo) What it do, bruh? (What's up, bruh?)

Ayy, bitch,

Chickens

Boy, you know where to go at. Stop playin.

Wally Wally then


On deck and I got it for the Low
You know where to go
I could do a half or a whole

jury be VVSes
Kated by DTSes
Like Khalid shit we the best and
I tell em hoes I don't wanna talk
Just leave a message
Automatic stash boxes so they
Can

her left and got her right
Dranking Hennessy
I'm in this B
And cranking Soulja boy

Hit a Nigga square in the mouth
And air it out if he get hype
Single

so that shit shine like the sun, yeah
These niggas mad at me, okay
That is cool, I don't even fuck with these boys (okay)
Silencer on my gun, yeah

homies
We popping em decks
Painting on me like I’m Claude Monet
Pretty lil girl yeah we meet by the bay
Step to my face you have nothing to say
When it hit

boy Soulja I thought I done Told ya
Big Drako don't keep it in my holster
Better cuff ya girl cause I won't hold Her
They thought my neck was plated But

at the strip club
(Why?) Cause I gotta get my dick sucked
Bitch get money, stacks on cake
Ass on deck, racks on face
SS bitch, put the mask on face
Black

the projects
Screamin nigga we made it countin up stacks
Don't soulja hate me homie fall back 
You fall off gotta learn how to crawl back 
You getcha turn stay

lackin’
Pistol packin’, we gon’ hit between his arms wit’ a hammer
Bakin’ soda, my lil’ soulja, knock ‘em over, get ‘em right
Late at night we pop out, we

came for the cash
We ain't come to play boy we came for the bag
She ain't come to play boy she call herself a model
Get that shit by any means don't

down the road
Right by the ocean
I got bitches (swag) on my toes (Dre)
(Pretty boy swag) Pretty boy swagging on
You fucking hoes (I do this)
This one for

Bitch Please

Lil Wayne

Wayne's World 7: The Finale

2007

please My goons got guns on deck
Nigga D-I-E or live off Iv's It's Ym with tha YB

Get 'em

Fresher than a baby's bottom crazy like insane asylums
Me

Bitch Please

DJ Storm

Drank Epidemic, Vol. 13

2008

please. My goons got guns on deck. Nigga D. I. E. or live off I.v's. It's what I am with tha YB's

[Yung Berg:]
Get em

Fresher than a baby's bottom crazy

123 123 thou
123 123 thou
123 123 thou
I need my money and I need it now
Throw them bands up blue faces
Throw that ass back blue faces
Stacks on deck

babyface by walking up, he walk out wit a limp
I need a couple racks up out this game that money feeling dim
I'm in to win, get up in that water, boy you

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Glam

Souljaboytellem.com

2007

various times]

Ain't no game, you know what I'm sayin'
Soulja boy tell'em,
From the internet to mainstream

You already know what it is
Stance

begging on,
Break it down throw it back back back on it,
Tell the boy throw a stack stack stack on it,
Make it clap turn around never lack on it,
For