Lyrics:
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 I'm at, I'm in the Melph pickin'
in first but you really in third
I don't want your girl she act like a bird
You the type to wife that, boy that's absurd
Get off all the hard drugs,
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
[Soulja Boy]
Hey whats up whats up dis ya boy Soulja Boy Tell 'em,
When you get dis message, pack ya bags,
Cause we going on a trip (trip)
[Soulja Boy]
Hey whats up whats up dis ya boy Soulja Boy Tell 'em,
When you get dis message, pack ya bags,
Cause we going on a trip (trip)
Young nigga so slime
All i spit is venom
Don't slime me
I'm on your ass like denim (slatt)
He wrote a statement
We call him Soulja Boy tell em (tell
wanna stunt, I know I could get in trouble
Yeah, fuck 'em, duckin 'em, they can get a warrant
And I know I'm the one that you want, girl
I do anything
the miraculous few
You askin me who
Im tryna get a grasp of the truth
Where we been, who we are
And where we tryna get to
You wanna understand
The 6 grand
Story
[Talking]
Hey Soulja Boy, Wassup Man? Soulja Boyyy! Yeah, you like that?
We keep it crunk like that! Hey, man, you gonna let me get on this cd?
Man, come on,
out my face (Yahhh!)
Hey Soulja Boy, Wassup Man? Soulja Boyyy! Yeah, you like that?
We keep it crunk like that! Hey, man, you gonna let me get
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight
But I cannot, baby girl, and that's the issue
Girl, you know
See that nigga right there? He slippin’
What we gon’ do?
What you mean what we gon’ do? Aye
Stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up
Stick ‘em up
we classin' up
You're on the phone millionaire
Be your last dinner
Tell them goons get my back and
They ain't even add niggas
Turn up the speakers pimp
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
da herb
You stay up off my dick don't back talk my nigga finna' get up in 'em
Back up off of this nigga
The one nigga that fucked up they shut up
I told you boys Juicy J is on that M-Town
Got that cheese coming in choking green by the pound
I'm rolling with the Three 6, let 'em peep this
Make
gun, what you gon' do boy?
You betta sit down nigga don't play like that
Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat
Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya
[Spree:]
Ay,Soulja Boy i heard you be flick'din so hard shawty
i heard you aint got no bank that you jus be popin and shit
[Soulja Boy:]
Well Spree
Soulja, xtype music
And know know we turn in up
Guimê, ymcmb
And you know we turn in up
Soulja, MC Guimê, lets go
You know that we dem boys
Hey
you'll ever get
So if she's hesitant to get the hint
I'll bet you that I get the message sent who she's messing with
Hella quick when I tell a chick not
ain't even, jet back, ante up, bitch
Free them boys
(Shit hard)
(Where you at, Bo?)
We gon' make it off the ave, get a half, then I shake it
boy watch what the fuck you sayin do you know who the fuck I am bitch I'm a man...
Now let me get that hand clap, that hand clap
Know what I'm sayin...
the prettiest one
Never met no girl like you
Soulja Boy
(Roc let me tell em)
Shawty you so cool
You know what to do
Yeah,
Baby girl said she got a thing
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight
But I cannot, baby girl, and that's the issue
Girl, you know
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