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soulja boy tell'em inoccapodrates

stacks on deck (deck)
girls on deck (deck)
now dat im on arab on next
hong up my phone
and i cashed my check
now its

I'm saying my graces, I'm bout to eat all of ya,
Soulja Boy Tell Em I'm a one man orchestra.
Instructional videos on you tube, 
So I can teach you how

the weather
Dipped
Switched to measures
Where we outta be closer
Where the wind is oppressive
Penned by Sista Soulja
Use our feelings as leverage
A blessing

and open sea
Everything laid in front of me
Seizing every opportunity
They never listen, even though I tell 'em time and time again
Boy I isolate with these

fiend ain't fiend if you see em' look funny
you better tell ya team you don't need that money
that shit smell funny
you ain't gettin' shit from me
I

bullets flushed em
That nigga died? His mama cried? Well tell that bitch that I said fuck her,
(You stupid mother fucker)
Knew that you ain't love em
Let em

macchiatos because of me, someone call up Starbucks
Tell 'em cut the check
Was dealt the low hand like Lindsay had to cut the deck
Show some fucking respect

swerving lane to lane this shit metropolis
Why you don't speak on shit? cus I be peeping shit
They gone remember me, my life you can’t remix
Tell'em cut up

they text me sexy pics of 'em
Like them abs when there's six of 'em
Tell them girls I'm sorry
I like boys

Mama, boys like me (I like boys who like

shit
Him and everybody he hang with
Strate bitch
Don't hit the IPhone
We got the flip fines for the work
Feds tryna take pictures
Tell them bitches we

who's that?
Bro spin that, he's movin' like Christopher Walkin' (movin')
I just tell the young boys, "Step back"
Take deep breaths dat, cah there ain't

peace in your life 
Tell me what did you end his for
Double P the team and we glowing indigo
Took the local scene by more than any storm
Like Push said,

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

When the Work's All Done This Fall

Marty Robbins

Under Western Skies

1996

Combined versions from Norman Blake and Doc Watson

A group of jolly cowboys discussing plans at ease
Said one I'll tell you something, boys, if you

So Brooklyn

Casanova

So Brooklyn

2019

that paperwork
Put money on ya head, watch this paper work (I got 'em)
My shooter said I gotta pay him first 
I told my shooter go and slay 'em first

8 tracks and tape decks
25, but I'm straight fed
Got a old soul, I'm so throwed
So raw with this rap thing
Kay Slay, go tell 'em dawg
Niggas know I'm

now
Fuck Soulja Boy
Dog I heard that shit at Ice T's house
My Gucci bring them Mice's out
Like Gucci I'm so Icy now
I tat my hood all on my arm
Don't

we been puttin' in work
Don't let them tell you different, we been puttin' in work

They never checkin' for me, less I'm checkin' for em
They never

came home (Ha)
They ain't wanna look out for my children
(Ha) now the fact I'm back, I been
Gettin' stacks, don't fuck with 'em
Tell 'em let's do it

keep flowing in 
Like a river nile money keep flowing in
Stop it catch it gotta come reel it in
Niggas be fakin tell em be real again 
Im in the streets

[Chorus]

[Talk:] Ay Ya'll Hit Up
Ay Ay Soulja Boy Tell Em
Im Out

bye
Tell' em bitch boy bye, tell' em bitch boy bye
Middle fingers up as I drift on by
Tell 'em Sneans on deck bitch, Sneans on deck,
Sneakers and jeans

their face
I can tell by their handshake
But yo that white boy bout to make more noise than a heavy metal Band make

Talk shit get picked up quick get

Ay
I like 'em thick, show that ass on the gram get a heart on yo flick
And when she walk by me, a nigga get brick
'Cuz I'm hook on the way she be