Lyrics:
and get him when its winter nigga holla back
I'm gutta done told ya that
Roc boy bitch hova back
Tell ya movin dem stabs of crack
See nigga you a lie
Jamaica
But I've been on that wave, that's why this year I tell yah, I don't need no favors
(Damn, Soulja Boy stunt on them haters)
And my resolution for
tell yah, I don't need no favors
(Damn, Soulja Boy stunt on them haters)
And my resolution for New Years is nigga we made it!
You don't know how long I
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
out where they sleep
And we don’t care who getting whacked
It’s a code that we live by
And we call it honor
If u ain’t take em from us
Then we would not
I'm so Brooklyn
I should get paid for the work I put in
I'm so Brooklyn
I like that nigga chain so you know I took it (gimme that)
I'm so Brooklyn
Readin' Pimp
Playa-istic shit
By dino boys
Tryin' to get these hoes for every nook & cranny
And make 'em join
The winning team
Ain't nothin'
here before
Playa you don't know
You ain't seen nothing like this here before
You ain't seen them Boyz how they get that dough
Late night at the club
can’t choose
Please don’t try to play me like a fool
You no Soulja boy you only yuuuu
Study all my moves
Boy I’m in my groove
I need hella options I can’t
the soulja he (?)
Is that really a Hummer
You used to be a bummer
That's somethin held ya down when ya tryin to make ya come up
Boy had to have a ride
lost my mans and ever since
I swear I can't eat
Heart froze over
So I stay w the heat
How you finna tell a story
And you ain't got a lung to breath
I'm
everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,
son like Janet
Fly cause I'm in it
You looking
Like you need a minute
Peso then say so
Same pace so tell em boys
Fuck out my face yo
Hardly ever touch
to me
You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out
Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out
Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks
You
Soulja Boy Tell'em with a brand new mac eleven
N***a try me man I'm rockin' gucci sweaters
Louis on my head BLVD is getting money
N***az hatin' on me
noise let me drill
em but im to clean in dis hoe got my name on my shirt
so when i spongebob dat bitch u gone kno im gettin paid
Soulja boy up in this
but I feel I gained more
Headaches but you tell me let it go
And I feel I don't know where I'ma go
If I'm on the right track let me know
Start off by
die if you had hesitated
Where you get left slumped at the light cancel that destination
From where the silence cries for help never resonated
My heart
only get one chance to prove it
Drop that ass to the floor, now wiggle and move it
I can tell how you feelin' my music
This year is a Ying Yang, Juvie
woke
Someone tell 'em that he's broke
Someone tell 'em that the boy done seen a mill at 24
In Australia for a show
You in Shoreditch doing coke
I
up out the Jeep
You know I'm ready for action
(yeah, yeah, Soldier, yeah, We invite you to)
Soulja Boy, that be my name
You know I'm bringin' that pain
first like Soulja
Crank this bitch up like I'm Soulja
Keep a lil green baby yoda
Strike on that boy like I'm bowling
Shook em up, i'll pop his cap like
're watching a church
Gathering take place, looking boy
"Oy vey, that boy's gay!"
That's all they say, looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
hurt murked put 'em in the dirt
Boy you better catch me first
So you finally get hurt murked put 'em in the dirt
Boy you better catch me first
So you
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