Lyrics:
just to make my rims spin
Half a million dollars spent on the house I live in
Even more spent on the seat I sit my ass in
Soulja boy tell em a.k.a
something just tell me [x3:] (I'll do it)
Just hit me up on my cell [x3:] (I'll do it)
[Verse 1:]
Soulja boy tell em'. Im on the phone wit lil momma got me
tha court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look, you
that's me, yep (ay)
Yep that's me, yep (ay)
Yep that's me
Soulja Boy Tell 'em
Yep that's me
Swish, swish, swish, swish
They be like "who that is?"
Pulling
'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these
'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these
Trick
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
(Yeah, and the boy Bow Wow in the building, haha)
My swag to official, man
(Ayy, Soulja my swag too, man)
Y'all
I got all this dope
Shawty say she love me but ik she is a hoe
And she fucked the bro
We gettin xtra paper no this shit it aint for show
Try to beef
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
(Ey) Gucci bandanna, Gucci, Gucci bandanna
(Ey) Gucci bandanna, Gucci, Gucci bandanna
(Ey) Gucci bandanna, Gucci, Gucci
Trick
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
(Yeah, and the boy Bow Wow in the building, haha)
My swag to official, man
(Ayy, Soulja my swag too, man)
Y'all
and Soulja I'm just gon' hit up my boy and tell 'em we made it
Keep ya mouth closed it need to be stabled
They tryna judge me, they put on a label
I call you
You remind me of a folder
Push me down and I heat up like a toaster
That boy is a Soulja
I hate these niggas more than I hate being sober
I can't
it and glock and um cocking it gettin hot by da minute.
Soulja boy tell em I?m all about cheddar folk icey
new chevy same color as antelope.
I?m sick
the lo like where you at
These niggas ain't goin touch me I put that on Soulja Kamp
It's time to show a nigga where we comin from show em that we coming
on the scene
Sunrise coming early in a hurry
This a God dream
Boy I’m in my groove
Workin cuz my name up on the line
And rent is due
Maxin' out the card tell em
love to soulja hate, ya heard me
I beat the game and balled in '98, ya heard me
You like the Benz, then fuck it, I navigate, ya heard me
You lay down
Put in work in on the fuckin block
Yellow diamond brightlin, fuck a clock
Soulja Boy tell 'em yes I'm posted on the top
Mixtape bunking oh my God I'm so
Odin (Xtra)
Place my bet they folding can you tell my heart is frozen
Have peace wit yo enemies make it right
Give em the opp and they’ll take ya life
motherfuckin' camel
Never gave a fuck
Bitch I'm Soulja Boy tell 'em
And I tote that automatic that
Will bust yo cerebellum and I freestyle
Versace, Versace
2012,
I been a
Soulja Boy
Yup in my
White T
Get a stain
Off in that bitch
I Buy a new pack
Next week
No Gucci Mane
But the lemonade
Make a Nigga squeeze
before my Y (might not never, haan)
Even my abuela know that (let's get 'em Mixx)
Let's go (let's go), we take a trip to the opps (we take a what?)
on the regular
Soulja Boy tell em ahead of you
Get plenty of cash and revenue who
Walk inside the club
Man I’m getting head inside that bathroom
Soulja Boy tell em
tell em'
I don't ride solo no more
Got a Soulja girl for my Soulja boy
Bleeding out of control nigga.
[Soulja Slim]
Ya understand.
[Mac]
So uh look, I'm a tell these niggas like this here.
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