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Yea
Gwap Manny G
Let's get it
I'm balling tell em d up
I'm balling tell em d up
I'm balling tell em d up
I'm ballin tell em d up
I'm ballin tell em d

Smook (x3) Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, SODMGdotcom
White lam' that's, swag
Pull up to the club, I pop tags
Lil' Dre or Lil Smook?
360 bands, panoramic roof

Yeah
Check Check
Gotta make sure this muthafucka right
It's ya nigga Amaan in this
Look
I could tell you all about some real things
Only if you
Down

liek lebron
Chase down liek lebron (yeuh uhh)
I-I got tha wock in my backpack
I feel liek soulja boy kno that I crank dat
Whippin mclaren (woo0oo0o) u

shape
Been doin some shaping
Tol dem boys to give me space
Tryna figure my placement
Give a damn about ur face see the problems I'm facing
Dey put dem

them Filas cause my cousin pack them heaters
We don't wife 'em like Khalifa, we just party then we leave 'em
Tell 'em that we hittin', we don't really

hit with that Draco (bah-bah)
Soulja Boy or that Aubrey Graham (Aubrey Graham)
No one be playin', haan
She howl at the moon, I be barkin' (haan)
I

the fact I'm a talent like Soulja-boy is first in everything on the socials, my shit is global
"Smokey is bad" I got rap on my shoulders, time passes by

when I ran around the corner by Pat house
Now they got my fuckin' boy on the corner
And if I spray the tec, best believe my boy's a goner
Yellin' down

seen my own niggas Soulja hate (Fuck em' tho)
So I ain't laughin' wit no nigga keep my poker face (Fuck em' tho)
Yeah I'm on that shit like right now

friend tell you you right I
Bet I get her real easy
Like bitch, you know who im is
Now what it is mac maine holla at em

Ratatat tat tat tat on you dog

you fu you is who you wasn't
I'm on fire like I hopped out the oven
I'm so high yea I'm baked
That boy dry point him to the lake
I get that loud in by

the greatest
Call up Soulja Boy tell 'em that we made it

turn them boys to pallbearers yo homie gon get it
And we gon book yo OG since you act like you with it
If he talking brick talk connected like a socket

at a holla at a playa
Remix Baby

Jae Millz
You can go and tell them other boys not to bother
Its the remix and I'm back with Dr. Carter (what it is)
We

it,
Ooooo,
Boy that street life is too real,
Imma tell how it is,
Ain’t like nobody ain’t know,
Now a nigga wanna speak up,
Hell nawl hold ya peace,
I’m

boys that's OverEast
They might tell on me
You a shooter and a rat
Why you tryna put that cell on me?
Fuckin' with that voodoo
Told my auntie put that

drug fiend, skinny, gritty
Face tatted, might be strapped, savage
Savage semi, semi, ayy
Cut Throat committee, ayy give it to 'em raw
Yung Soulja Slim

you been

Uh, Return of two x know I'm back and I'm better
Having motion, getting right, stacking up cheddar
Like Soulja Boy I had to Tell em'
They

I kicked da hoe out told da bitch to kick rocks
These hoes be so trifling they Js want some cock

But Soulja boy tell em bitch
Don't become a victim

Set the place on fire
I don't know I might dream yeah
Eh Soulja tell 'em
You know I'm on your mind, please give me your mind
Do it so sublime, all

or hail, handle business in and out
Getting coke by the bulk, distributing heavy product
If you need it, then I got it, and trust me, I got a lot of
Kiss

hit with that Draco (bah-bah)
Soulja Boy or that Aubrey Graham (Aubrey Graham)
No one be playin', haan
She howl at the moon, I be barkin' (haan)
I

Feel like 01 Rod Smart, he hate me
Thought I told ya, imma dark Soulja
Lurkin in the dark, drawn by Mignola
Witches roll up, potions gettin throwed up