Lyrics:
that's sealed
A bag of gelato and a bag of pills
I got two pints in a book bag
I ain't pay for 'em, you know I took that
White boy try and show me he got
I love Fisher Price
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LOL smiley face, LOL smiley face (Soulja Boy Tell 'Em)
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LOL smiley face, LOL smiley face
They say you can't spell the west without the E-S!
(Uh huh! That's right!)
(Real kings man) (Right! Right!)
(Aye yo Jigga) (R-r-right now!)
(I
They say you can't spell the west without the E-S!
(Uh huh! That's right!)
(Real kings man) (Right! Right!)
(Aye yo Jigga) (R-r-right now!)
(I
rocking them Soulja rees
In the 8th grade
How you Gon put me up on game
But you never played
I told that boy don't play with me go
Play at the arcade
I know
(I love Fisher Price)
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L-O-L smiley face, L-O-L smiley face (Soulja Boy Tell 'Em)
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L-O-L smiley face, L-O-L
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
a fetus
Na I don't need your rap bars on my remix
Turn Soulja Boy tell ’em
Into Soulja Boy teethless
Ask about the kid, JID, older boys preaching
Teaching
pourin out your hair
Nigga, any f**kin time nigga, any f**kin where
Make 'em bleed is the motto that, I live by
If you f**k with me it's a must you die
rockstar
Black boy, black boy, we don't get your culture and
We don't care what our government's done to fuck you over, man
Don't tell us your
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
Now we've been through a lot of things
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
couldn't tell 'em hoes, I do that shit (do the shit)
And we shower the streets, we losin' niggas 'cause it come with it (ayy)
Niggas, I got money, you can
see you movin betta stop
or like the addy get em dropped
You need the work know where to shop
This bullet knocked out his body like that boy jus popped
ain't wanna look out for my children
Matter fact, I'm back, I been gettin' stats
Don't fuck with 'em, tell 'em let's do it
Turn boys to men, I'ma get
just to make my rims spin
Half a million dollars spent on the house I live in
Even more spent on the seat I sit my ass in
Soulja boy tell em a.k.a
get smoke by P boy coke by
The key boy got dope and the E boy
Where I'm from money be the object
I get mines putting fire to the Pyrex
So fuck a diss
kush burn one
[FREESTYLE]
I stick em up, you know I hit em up
Patnas can't get em up, choppa bullets ate em up
Zone 6 it dangerous, we don't talk
cause it's goin' down
You see the DB's tell em' Wacko lookin' for em'
I got some dro, I got some change, I got some pussy for em'
If they ask you where
cause it's goin' down
You see the DB's tell em' Wacko lookin' for em'
I got some dro, I got some change, I got some pussy for em'
If they ask you where
fucking hate you man
They'll hate you when you're in this position
But you can't let 'em, you can't let 'em, you can't let that shit get to you, man
tell that thot her number blocked
Yeah, Stunna number block
This New Orleans milly rock
Let 'em milly rock
Me and woe don't really rock
Evidently
Back to back I got my shawty’s asking where I’m at
Plug just hit me up like boy you got them goddam slaps
I got all my souljas in the building yeah
through a Apple and Droid (And a Droid)
All the Mula I'm makin' you won't believe it boy (Belive it boy)
I got big toy's, that'll hit boy's (Yeah)
They say
some real gangster shit now
I quit that sad shit, I ain't trippin'
They don't fuck with me then fuck 'em
You don't want YoungBoy, baby? Come
On, know
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