Lyrics:
like a threat, if you mean business you mean business tell 'em pull up that's a bet (pshh)
I'm a hot boy I'm a hot boy (Ha)
I'm a hot boy I'm a hot boy
the boy so you know that you gotta lose
She-She like the way that I fuck but I tell her good luck I got more I don't gotta choose
I wanna smoke up an ounce
baby like the last s***,
A big car and a bad b****
Uh, I'm so fly I need my a** kicked,
These n****s ballin' by accident.
Keep talking make em
baby like the last shit,
A big car and a bad bitch
Uh, I'm so fly I need my ass kicked,
These niggas ballin' by accident.
Keep talking make em
baby like the last shit,
A big car and a bad bitch
Uh, I'm so fly I need my ass kicked,
These niggas ballin' by accident.
Keep talking make em
fuck it gotta dump at you bastards
Empty a full clip still talking that bullshit
Have ya foaming out the mouth yea its whiter than coolwhip listen
I wuz
the heavens
925
It's a couple hours till eleven
7 6 7 9 7 brethrens
Shouts out to six nine
Rat em out
Soulja Boy Tell Em
Ani
mate
Did it
For the
Clout
But
don't really wanna go there
All these boys be talking trash until I put'em on a poster
Yes sir sober gopher
Hands behind my back it got me looking like
just sit I'll be back in a bit
Gonna tear ya boy a new one and when I get back Ima do the same shit
My old girls mad she keeps talking shit
My friends
through the phone)
See you when I get home
Baby, I know that you like me
You my future wifey
Soulja Boy, I tell 'em yeah
You could be my Bonnie
I can be
Ceelo look
And I don't do a lot of talking better decode look
Tell me what you know about the numbers
Got some ammo got some shooters got some gunnas
fucking with you and I don’t trust them suckers in blue
I hear 'em knocking from my door, please don’t tell me that they’re coming in too
Got me shook, I
write rhymes
I tell 'em I used to
Shit now I'm writin' history you gonna remember
Like The Juice Crew
You to the G to the K-P-A Playa
Miss me bout
gotta be the same cats
I can tell by they strange acts
When they mumble to each other
Like Milan they run for cover
New 'cause this bitch that I
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
right now
I be high as hell bitch I know that you could tell
Chanel is the fragrance yeah we gon' give em hell
You dead
Tried to talk to me I'll leave you
with riches
I tell her, "Get 'em", she say, "I got you", I say, "No, bitch, I say get him"
And they so pretty, and they hair lengthy, he hit it
talking, let that metal bang, nigga
(Murk 'em)
I don't squash no beef
(We ain't throwing no flags)
I was taught to handle everything, nigga (Handle that)
the shower dropped the shampoo
And you bout to get dropped by your mans too, cause I'ma tell the whole world that I fucked you
Okay let me paint the picture, I
dem ladies? They don't want you broke
Dem ladies who want, em now so old (Sugar)
They said hey bro you nuh talking truth
Me tell 'em shush you wanna
who gon' tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't
extention
They gonna gemme my land
I ant even playin with him
I ant even playin with them
They already know who im talking bout
I feel like Soulja Boy
I gotta
you when I see you girl it's all on sight,
Puffing out the chest like they on dolomite,
You can tell em Jay Laroy that nigga that be taking care
the air
A finger triggered by a sense of apprehension
Your case you fit the description now you a victim
It seems senseless but it's always been their
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