Lyrics:
Bought my hoe some crawfish she gave me all ha turkey neck
Gobblin my dick she deep throat like a beer bottle neck
Ain’t even gag on it I had ta tell ha
just say that I'm an angelic rebel
Might just crank dat and you'll shit soulja boy tell em
I know I work for a blessing but it be in disguise
Standing
stepped on her heart, I broke it piece by piece
Crank a bitch like I'm Soulja, no ring like she Schroeder
I'm really 1SiX bitch, I thought that I told you
Boutta turn up by the Lights Hollywood made
NFA in my veins, NFA what I made, y'all don't gotta tell me I came To late
Let the Souljas rain thangz
NFA my
I'm not Rick
I don't give a fuck what Soulja Boy said about Kanye's shit
You just mad 'cause your verse wasn't that hot
I'm just really goin' off
niggas that you know that's trying to do you in
I find myself busting at my own friends
Bitch made nigga with a smile on his face
"You my boy", "That's my
talk)
They want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (got it locked)
I shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (doors
Tell em free my nigga out the slammer
Black and white whips
Designer on kicks
Got me feeling like a panda
Put a dot on his legs
Can't stand up
All
Surround by them top shottas
Baby I'm a don dada
Bro blow he opp stopping
We gone make em' jump like hop scotching
That lil boy slow he on the internet
think you shittin like me
Got alot of niggas hating cuz they cant get like me
Man Im Soulja Bot Tell 'Em and imma tell ya how it goes
Put that puss on my
on my lead
Broken soul, but I'm breaking bread
Head-dreaded boy from Waggaman
Petey Pablo shirt off, on 'em
Swingin' like a helicopter
Got it covering
, you're a rockstar
My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is
your woo game won't work think
You a soulja I'm a put him on a camoflauge shirt
Berg, Weezy, look what I did to 'em choppa style
Gon' and put a cig
Nabisco. Brim low, all I can see is my flow. What's up Chicago? What's up New Orleans? And if ya strapped squeeze.
And tell the fuck nigga please, nigga
wit it
By seventh period, he through wit it..........It's Chopper City
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
I represent my dawg Soulja
That's why you can catch me
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em bK
Yeah ha, ha, ha
Bitch
Brap, brap, brap, brap
Brap, brap, them choppas
Shawty on tip because she is a bopper
She fucked
Way Up/
Way Up, (hold up get yo) Way Up/
Way Up, (niggas Know I’m) Way Up/
Way Up, (Tell Them Boys to) Way Up/
Verse 2:
If You Wanna ride Then Now
give a fuck if you don't like me!
Yea, I walk with a lean like I'm on some other shit
I'm on top.. you can tell by my click
I'm from the south lil
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
and Spin a Benz
I can't I tell em who I smoke
I put dat dro off in the wind
Shout out the Kodak koly p and free La Jackboy
Prime Def Bobby Fishscale and la
up
Tell em they betta call back up
When it's game time we don't play fair
We gon make time you just say where
You roll straight by we go straight there
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
(yeah)
What up, Left Eye? (what up?), what up, Aaliyah? (what up?)
Yeah, TEC-9 close by, touch 'em up (yeah)
I shoot niggas in the mouth, boy, pucker up
your rent due, woo!
Put your face to the glass
Ass to the pole, you know how it go
Like Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, shh, everybody know
It's a lot of bad
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