Lyrics:
YOUR HEAD START TO BOB BUT YOU ROCKIN IT MO'/
YOU GOTTA TELL ME WHEN TO STOP 'CAUSE I ALREAY BEEN GONE/
SHE JOCKIN ON ME AND SHE FEELING MY CHAIN/
SHE
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
And you just don't wanna hear it
Just be like "Yahhh, Bitch, Yahhh!"
[Chorus]
(Hey, SoulJa Boy, can I get your autograph?) Yahhh, Bitch, Yahhh!
(Yo, Arab,
Hey Soulja Boy, man, both of yall just listen, man, hey, man don't turn around
Hey, man, listen! Hey, look, I just got to tell you somethin
'Cause
night, making it damn rain
Splash, cash yeah it's me
Yellow diamond shawty, 100 for a key
Soulja Boy tell 'em, I might charge a fee
Walking through
Cause the streets aint where it is, foreal
(Rxnel Verse I)
Face gated I aint gotta tell ‘em
Who I is
Drive-by’s, look
We aint catching Ubers here
Aye…
Now break his legs, arms, neck (yea).
[Chorus]
(Soulja boy tell em)
(S.O.D. money gang entertainment)
(I present to you the show stoppas)
(When
motherfuckin' camel
Never gave a fuck
Bitch I'm Soulja Boy tell 'em
And I tote that automatic that
Will bust yo cerebellum and I freestyle
Versace, Versace
2012,
Motherfucker you can blame it on
Superman
Fuck Batman and Robin
Bring that Batmobile through Compton
Nigga, we'll rob em
Escalade armored trucks
Motherfucker you can blame it on
Superman
Fuck Batman and Robin
Bring that Batmobile through Compton
Nigga, we'll rob em
Escalade armored trucks
came to shake the town
Yeah, ya boy's internationally known
But I'm from the hood, got a pocket full of stones (stones)
I used to cop Rob Base, turn
came to shake the town
Yeah, ya boy's internationally known
But I'm from the hood, got a pocket full of stones (stones)
I used to cop Rob Base, turn
I put it in my head, I'ma die for this gold
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, boy what's up?
Hopped up out the bed turn my swag on
Took a look in the mirror
to the spot when the bomb drops
Boy, does it drop and when it does, boy, there's a problem
Drop the bomb on 'em
Please don't drop the bomb on me
Shady,
lean, my fam maison margiela my ears
My diamonds they look crystal clear
Soulja Boy tell em I do it for real
Ridin in a foreign with real
The other side
boy
So I'm a mack boy, bag boy, facts boy
Though you had it all but I'm back boy, jackboy
Hate'll turn a real one to a tabloid, mad boys
But I'm coming
Do it like that.
[Mac]
Ya heard me.
[Soulja Slim]
Do it.
[Chorus]
Can I ball y'all or do they want
up, live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up
I tell 'em live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up
Live it up, run up on him
funk up the beat, like body odor
Peace all I need, I thought I told ya
Speak what I mean like Pac to Soulja
Boy, what a mess. It's time to go bruh
[Verse 1]
Soulja Boy Tell Em.
Runnin With It.
Gotta Get A Black Mask,
Cant See Me, SouljaBoyTellEm.
Im On The Beat.
I'm Undefeat. Tid,
Did Yo
can't be like youuuuuuuuuu
You Soulja boy(sold him)
He's says he makes P but diddy
He doesn't he likes to make noise
I hop out bed and turn my swag
the chalk around it
I got the full baggage
You drive a Jeep Wrangler, the basic edition, shit ain't even the full package
Someone tell Quincy I turn beef
a nigga life, boy of them crackers is the enemy
Getting money too easy, taking pictures for the memories
Tell me if it's beef, cause I can't pretend
Tell
like atomic and anybody in my way imma fold em'
Wit me n my gilla guerillas wantin ta win it
Boys be tryin ta battle 'cause they want our position but
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