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Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Pet 13 Nov 2020, 14:19
"I Can't Help It"
I got my crew in here, we turnt up
We ain't going home
I got my crew in here, I got my clique here
I can't help, I can't help it
Pop1, pop 2
Crank, well I can't help it
Crank it
They say Soulja, where you get yo swag?
Where you get that bag?
How you pop them tags?
I can't help it, I can't help it
I can't help it, I can't help it, I can't
They say Soulja, where you get yo swag?
Where you get that back?
How you pop them tags?
I can't help, I can't help it
I can't help, I can't...
They say Soulja, where you get them shoes?
How you stuntin with yo crew?
How you be makin moves
I tell em I know what to do
Pull up, ain't got no license
Drivin Ferrari, spot a Henny came from Italia (Italy)
See I be swaggin Feragamo
I write LV the combo
I be smoking kush the strong way
SOD out forward than a long way
Rolex cost me 3 chickens
Catch me in my kitchen and I'm water...
They say Soulja, where you get yo swag?
Where you get that bag?
How you pop them tags?
I can't help it, I can't help it, I can't
They say Soulja, where you get yo swag?
Where you get that back?
How you pop them tags?
I can't help it, I can't help it
I can't help it
Kush all through my lungs, I can't help it
Hunnid K off in my pay, you can tell me nothing
Pull up to the club and you know I'm stuntin
In my pocket ain't nothing but 100's
I can't help it, I can't help it
200K on my girl, I ain't selfish
See I am wealthy, moving stealth
I do this every day, have to kill yourself
Flexin with a check, run through a stack
If I spend it I will make it back
I'm a double that
Now I'm a triple that
Now my ice my Rolex, Givenchy my cap
See I be flexin, ain't gotta flex
I smoke that kush so it ain't no stress
SODMG, we da best
Like DJ Cali, we the...
They say Soulja, where you get yo swag?
Where you get that bag?
How you pop them tags?
I can't help it, I can't help it, I can't
They say Soulja, where you get yo swag?
Where you get that back?
How you pop them tags?
I can't help it, I can't help it
I can't help it
I can't help it, I can't help it
I can't help it, I can't
I got my crew in here, we turnt up
We ain't going home
I got my crew in here, I got my clique here
I can't help, I can't help it
Pop1, pop 2
Crank, well I can't help it
Crank it
They say Soulja, where you get yo swag?
Where you get that bag?
How you pop them tags?
I can't help it, I can't help it
I can't help it, I can't help it, I can't
They say Soulja, where you get yo swag?
Where you get that back?
How you pop them tags?
I can't help, I can't help it
I can't help, I can't...
They say Soulja, where you get them shoes?
How you stuntin with yo crew?
How you be makin moves
I tell em I know what to do
Pull up, ain't got no license
Drivin Ferrari, spot a Henny came from Italia (Italy)
See I be swaggin Feragamo
I write LV the combo
I be smoking kush the strong way
SOD out forward than a long way
Rolex cost me 3 chickens
Catch me in my kitchen and I'm water...
They say Soulja, where you get yo swag?
Where you get that bag?
How you pop them tags?
I can't help it, I can't help it, I can't
They say Soulja, where you get yo swag?
Where you get that back?
How you pop them tags?
I can't help it, I can't help it
I can't help it
Kush all through my lungs, I can't help it
Hunnid K off in my pay, you can tell me nothing
Pull up to the club and you know I'm stuntin
In my pocket ain't nothing but 100's
I can't help it, I can't help it
200K on my girl, I ain't selfish
See I am wealthy, moving stealth
I do this every day, have to kill yourself
Flexin with a check, run through a stack
If I spend it I will make it back
I'm a double that
Now I'm a triple that
Now my ice my Rolex, Givenchy my cap
See I be flexin, ain't gotta flex
I smoke that kush so it ain't no stress
SODMG, we da best
Like DJ Cali, we the...
They say Soulja, where you get yo swag?
Where you get that bag?
How you pop them tags?
I can't help it, I can't help it, I can't
They say Soulja, where you get yo swag?
Where you get that back?
How you pop them tags?
I can't help it, I can't help it
I can't help it
I can't help it, I can't help it
I can't help it, I can't
Phase
- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Pet 13 Nov 2020, 14:19
"I Can't See Em"
[Intro:]
Foreign... Foreign 2 – The Movie
Foreign 2 – The Movie
Soulja... Soulja... wutchu want?
[Hook 1:]
Soulja stunt, I stunt, the money in my pocket
I got cash, got racks, got bands in my pocket
I'm that man, that man, you know you can't stop it
I'm that man, that man, you know I can't stop it
I can't see em, no! I can't see em to them haters
I can't see em, no! Money in the way so no, I cannot see em
You know I can't see em
I cannot see em
Money in the way... I'm gone
[Verse 1:]
Versace on me, I pulled up like a big dog
A gold Rolex on my wrist, I'm tatted up like a rockstar
Money in my pocket, I blast off like a missile (I blast off)
SOD Gang, we get money, get your issue
Stand on racks, got racks on racks
It's stacks on stacks and bags I'm raising Maybach (the bat)
I pull up to the club, they say that Soulja love to flex
I keep a couple bricks up on me cause I love finesse
Soulja Boy got money and I'm running up my check
Yea, yea no, I can't see you
Cause you like yea, tell who haters that the money in the way
Man look at them haters, look they face (look at they face)
They hunned though, they say that L is bog on skate
[Bridge:]
Dog I can't see you, money in the way
Pull up to the block and Soulja Boy gon get his cake
I'm steady getting cake, tell them hoes that I can't see them
Steady getting money cause the money in the way
[Hook 2:]
No, I can't see em – no, no
Tell my haters I can't see em – no
Money in the way cause Soulja Boy get the cash
Pull up to the club, got bands on bands on bands
Tell them haters that I can't see em – no
I can't see you no no no, no
Money and that cash got me fresh from head to toe
I step inside the club and they already know
I can't see em, I can't see em
[Verse 2:]
Tell my haters that the money in the way and I got swag
Pull up to the club, wrist so fresh with all these bands
Leaning, no kids staring and I popped a couple Xans
I can't see em in the way
All this money coming in, they talkin bout Lil Dre
Soulja Boy get cash, I put money in yo face
Haters hatin on me cause Soulja Boy getting that cake
But I can't see em, I can't see em
The money in the way
I'm riding down the block in a brand new Bentley
250 racks I spend like it's nothing
Soulja Boy get cash and Soulja Boy got swag
And that money in the way so I can't see em, man them racks (racks)
[Hook 3:]
No, I can't see em – no, no
The money in the way, they say Soulja Boy party
He flexin, he got them racks
Stacks on stacks and bags keep stabbing up in er back
No, I can't see em
The money in the way
I can't see em, look at my hater face
Soulja pull up flexin, he stuntin, he got the racks
No, I can't see em, look at my hater's face
I can't see em
No, I can't see em cause the money in the way
250 thousand, now I throw it in yo face
Man I can't see you, I can't see em
[Intro:]
Foreign... Foreign 2 – The Movie
Foreign 2 – The Movie
Soulja... Soulja... wutchu want?
[Hook 1:]
Soulja stunt, I stunt, the money in my pocket
I got cash, got racks, got bands in my pocket
I'm that man, that man, you know you can't stop it
I'm that man, that man, you know I can't stop it
I can't see em, no! I can't see em to them haters
I can't see em, no! Money in the way so no, I cannot see em
You know I can't see em
I cannot see em
Money in the way... I'm gone
[Verse 1:]
Versace on me, I pulled up like a big dog
A gold Rolex on my wrist, I'm tatted up like a rockstar
Money in my pocket, I blast off like a missile (I blast off)
SOD Gang, we get money, get your issue
Stand on racks, got racks on racks
It's stacks on stacks and bags I'm raising Maybach (the bat)
I pull up to the club, they say that Soulja love to flex
I keep a couple bricks up on me cause I love finesse
Soulja Boy got money and I'm running up my check
Yea, yea no, I can't see you
Cause you like yea, tell who haters that the money in the way
Man look at them haters, look they face (look at they face)
They hunned though, they say that L is bog on skate
[Bridge:]
Dog I can't see you, money in the way
Pull up to the block and Soulja Boy gon get his cake
I'm steady getting cake, tell them hoes that I can't see them
Steady getting money cause the money in the way
[Hook 2:]
No, I can't see em – no, no
Tell my haters I can't see em – no
Money in the way cause Soulja Boy get the cash
Pull up to the club, got bands on bands on bands
Tell them haters that I can't see em – no
I can't see you no no no, no
Money and that cash got me fresh from head to toe
I step inside the club and they already know
I can't see em, I can't see em
[Verse 2:]
Tell my haters that the money in the way and I got swag
Pull up to the club, wrist so fresh with all these bands
Leaning, no kids staring and I popped a couple Xans
I can't see em in the way
All this money coming in, they talkin bout Lil Dre
Soulja Boy get cash, I put money in yo face
Haters hatin on me cause Soulja Boy getting that cake
But I can't see em, I can't see em
The money in the way
I'm riding down the block in a brand new Bentley
250 racks I spend like it's nothing
Soulja Boy get cash and Soulja Boy got swag
And that money in the way so I can't see em, man them racks (racks)
[Hook 3:]
No, I can't see em – no, no
The money in the way, they say Soulja Boy party
He flexin, he got them racks
Stacks on stacks and bags keep stabbing up in er back
No, I can't see em
The money in the way
I can't see em, look at my hater face
Soulja pull up flexin, he stuntin, he got the racks
No, I can't see em, look at my hater's face
I can't see em
No, I can't see em cause the money in the way
250 thousand, now I throw it in yo face
Man I can't see you, I can't see em
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Pet 13 Nov 2020, 14:19
"I Can't Trust Them"
[Hook:]
I can't trust them [x8]
I can't trust them, I can't trust them
Don't love them I simply duck them
I can't trust him, 'cause he's not fond me
I can't trust them, 'cause they not ballin'
[Verse 1:]
They not squad dog, they not blood dog
Keep a snort nose and a shotgun
And a bad ass bitch riding shotgun
If you disrespect the soulja I'm a pop some
[Hook:]
I can't trust them [x8]
I can't trust them, I can't trust them
Don't love them I simply duck them
I can't trust him, can't trust them
Can't trust them, can't trust them
[Verse 2:]
I'm getting money, I'm getting mula
I be ridingthrough the hood with my shoota'
Homie he a do ya real talk
I real this real walk
Step inside the club dog make it rain money
So much money you can see I'm stunting
You just mad at me 'cause I ride foreign
Niggas mad at me 'cause I'm very important
[Hook:]
I can't trust them [x8]
I can't trust them, I can't trust them
Don't love them I simply duck them
I can't trust him, can't trust them
Can't trust them, can't trust them
[Hook:]
I can't trust them [x8]
I can't trust them, I can't trust them
Don't love them I simply duck them
I can't trust him, 'cause he's not fond me
I can't trust them, 'cause they not ballin'
[Verse 1:]
They not squad dog, they not blood dog
Keep a snort nose and a shotgun
And a bad ass bitch riding shotgun
If you disrespect the soulja I'm a pop some
[Hook:]
I can't trust them [x8]
I can't trust them, I can't trust them
Don't love them I simply duck them
I can't trust him, can't trust them
Can't trust them, can't trust them
[Verse 2:]
I'm getting money, I'm getting mula
I be ridingthrough the hood with my shoota'
Homie he a do ya real talk
I real this real walk
Step inside the club dog make it rain money
So much money you can see I'm stunting
You just mad at me 'cause I ride foreign
Niggas mad at me 'cause I'm very important
[Hook:]
I can't trust them [x8]
I can't trust them, I can't trust them
Don't love them I simply duck them
I can't trust him, can't trust them
Can't trust them, can't trust them
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Pet 13 Nov 2020, 14:20
"I Don't"
[Hook:]
I don't gotta say shit, don't gotta say shit
My niggas with me and them niggas spray clips
I don't gotta say shit, don't gotta say shit
My niggas with me and them niggas staying rich
I don't gotta say shit, don't gotta say shit [x4]
[Verse 1:]
I don't gotta say shit went and bought a spaceship
With my niggas in the hood and we stay rich
Ain't gotta get rich, 'cause I been rich
And I hit licks, use a bitch bitch
Pull up to the block, pull up on my park
Got a porsche got a bentley and they on them things
And we off them things, my nigga with the things
Nigga talking crazy we gon' spill your brain
It is not a game, y'all niggas lame
Bitch I smoke flame, and I spit game
Shout out datpiff KP make it rain
I had to take 30 racks and put them in my chain
[Hook:]
I don't gotta say shit, don't gotta say shit
My niggas with me and them niggas spray clips
I don't gotta say shit don't gotta say shit
My niggas with me and them niggas staying rich
I don't gotta say shit, don't gotta say shit [x4]
[Verse 2:]
I don't gotta say shit I be smoking staying spliff
I keep them papers, weed smoke them vapors
Motherfuck them haters bitch I'm getting paper
Bitch I'm getting caper swagging with my swagger
Bitch I pour up, pouring lean on the yager
Hands in the air, rick flare
Money over here I don't know what's over there
Soulja boy tell them I am a player
I don't gotta say shit I don't have to speak bitch
I don't sneak this bitch and I would never snitch
I gotta stay rich bitch I gotta stay in leaks
Gotta stay on that motherfucking Forbes list
[Hook:]
I don't gotta say shit, don't gotta say shit
My niggas with me and them niggas spray clips
I don't gotta say shit don't gotta say shit
My niggas with me and them niggas staying rich
I don't gotta say shit, don't gotta say shit [x4]
[Hook:]
I don't gotta say shit, don't gotta say shit
My niggas with me and them niggas spray clips
I don't gotta say shit, don't gotta say shit
My niggas with me and them niggas staying rich
I don't gotta say shit, don't gotta say shit [x4]
[Verse 1:]
I don't gotta say shit went and bought a spaceship
With my niggas in the hood and we stay rich
Ain't gotta get rich, 'cause I been rich
And I hit licks, use a bitch bitch
Pull up to the block, pull up on my park
Got a porsche got a bentley and they on them things
And we off them things, my nigga with the things
Nigga talking crazy we gon' spill your brain
It is not a game, y'all niggas lame
Bitch I smoke flame, and I spit game
Shout out datpiff KP make it rain
I had to take 30 racks and put them in my chain
[Hook:]
I don't gotta say shit, don't gotta say shit
My niggas with me and them niggas spray clips
I don't gotta say shit don't gotta say shit
My niggas with me and them niggas staying rich
I don't gotta say shit, don't gotta say shit [x4]
[Verse 2:]
I don't gotta say shit I be smoking staying spliff
I keep them papers, weed smoke them vapors
Motherfuck them haters bitch I'm getting paper
Bitch I'm getting caper swagging with my swagger
Bitch I pour up, pouring lean on the yager
Hands in the air, rick flare
Money over here I don't know what's over there
Soulja boy tell them I am a player
I don't gotta say shit I don't have to speak bitch
I don't sneak this bitch and I would never snitch
I gotta stay rich bitch I gotta stay in leaks
Gotta stay on that motherfucking Forbes list
[Hook:]
I don't gotta say shit, don't gotta say shit
My niggas with me and them niggas spray clips
I don't gotta say shit don't gotta say shit
My niggas with me and them niggas staying rich
I don't gotta say shit, don't gotta say shit [x4]
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Pet 13 Nov 2020, 14:20
"I Got A Bag"
[Hook:]
Niggas mad cause I got a bag
I'm flexin with that sack that he never had
My true religion sack
I got these niggas mad
These niggas mad cause I got a bag
I'm flexin with that sack that he never had
My true religion sack
I got these niggas mad cause I got a bag
[Verse 1:]
Got these niggas mad cause I got a bag
Poppin poppin out the Porsche, true religion swag
Hoppin out the Rrari, let my Gucci set
From my Gucci linz down to my Gucci pants
Damn, I got these niggas mad
Flexin in the club with a fuckin bag
30 bottles poppin cause I got a bag
And I'm flexin with that sack that he never had
I got that nigga mad and my bitch is bad
And I'm blowin on his kush, got my eyes red
Pull up to the club and we goin in
I got that bag, ain't dough, tell that man
Ain't no telling cause we flexin
Gold on my necklace, living young and reckless
Niggas hatin on me cause I got that sack
Cause I got that bag, cause I got that swag
And I ain't really sharin, yea we pop tags
Yea we pop 30's, shoot him in his face
It ain't really shit, tell my lawyer beat the case
SOD, Money Gang, yea we in this place
[Hook:]
Niggas mad cause I got a bag
I'm flexin with that sack that he never had
My true religion sack
I got these niggas mad
These niggas mad cause I got a bag
I'm flexin with that sack that he never had
My true religion sack
I got these niggas mad cause I got a bag
[Verse 2:]
Got these niggas mad cause I got a bag
30 in my lap, nigga fight this strap
Pull up in that Llac, all these backed up scared
Place your ice on nosette, get yo ass jacked
True story, what the fuck it do?
Nigga fuck yo crew
Plus I got choppas nigga, fuck yo fuckin guns
Born with no roof, pull up on yo bitch
Told er hop inside this whip, bitch suck my dick
Epige (squad) SOD (squad)
I don't eat no food for breakfast, wake up drinkin lean
Off a bank and instant pink
All I see is cash every time I blink
[Hook:]
Niggas mad cause I got a bag
I'm flexin with that sack that he never had
My true religion sack
I got these niggas mad
These niggas mad cause I got a bag
I'm flexin with that sack that he never had
My true religion sack
I got these niggas mad cause I got a bag
[Verse 1:]
Got these niggas mad cause I got a bag
Poppin poppin out the Porsche, true religion swag
Hoppin out the Rrari, let my Gucci set
From my Gucci linz down to my Gucci pants
Damn, I got these niggas mad
Flexin in the club with a fuckin bag
30 bottles poppin cause I got a bag
And I'm flexin with that sack that he never had
I got that nigga mad and my bitch is bad
And I'm blowin on his kush, got my eyes red
Pull up to the club and we goin in
I got that bag, ain't dough, tell that man
Ain't no telling cause we flexin
Gold on my necklace, living young and reckless
Niggas hatin on me cause I got that sack
Cause I got that bag, cause I got that swag
And I ain't really sharin, yea we pop tags
Yea we pop 30's, shoot him in his face
It ain't really shit, tell my lawyer beat the case
SOD, Money Gang, yea we in this place
[Hook:]
Niggas mad cause I got a bag
I'm flexin with that sack that he never had
My true religion sack
I got these niggas mad
These niggas mad cause I got a bag
I'm flexin with that sack that he never had
My true religion sack
I got these niggas mad cause I got a bag
[Verse 2:]
Got these niggas mad cause I got a bag
30 in my lap, nigga fight this strap
Pull up in that Llac, all these backed up scared
Place your ice on nosette, get yo ass jacked
True story, what the fuck it do?
Nigga fuck yo crew
Plus I got choppas nigga, fuck yo fuckin guns
Born with no roof, pull up on yo bitch
Told er hop inside this whip, bitch suck my dick
Epige (squad) SOD (squad)
I don't eat no food for breakfast, wake up drinkin lean
Off a bank and instant pink
All I see is cash every time I blink
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Pet 13 Nov 2020, 14:20
"I Got Me Some Bapes"
(feat. Arab)
[Soulja Boy:] Aye Rab mayne I just got back from the mall mayne guess what I got?
[Arab:] What you get Soulja Boy
[Soulja Boy:] Mayne I got me some bapes today
[Chorus (x4):]
I got me some bapes today
I got I got me some bapes today
I got I got me some bapes today
I got I got I got me some bapes today
I I I I I
[Verse]
Check out my Bathing Apes
I'm fresh to def and you like me
Don't try to cop my style
Mayne stick to dem Nikes
Green, white,black inside dese
Super clean Bathing Apes
My shoes like my chain
Shine hard they might hurt your face
And I'm clean in this thang
B-A-P-E-S up on my feet
Fresh fade wit the waves
30/30 Boyz up on my tee
You want to get them YEP
But you can't get like me NO
Asking me Soulja Boy
Where you get your shoes from (ay)
[Chorus x4]
Bathing Apes on my feet
And you niggas wearing kicks
Purple yellow white like my Kobe Bryant jersey
you aint never seen these shoes
Then let me tell u something son
You see how fresh these bitches is
These are not no fucking ones
Step up on the stage with my mouth on froze
Bathing Apes on my feet
Put the crowd on hold
Hatas see them on my feet
I know they get mad a little
Arab rocking more colors then a bag of Skittles
[Chorus x4]
Bathing Apes on my feet
So I got to keep it moving
Step up on the scene
Tell the hoes to start choosing
Start choosing hoe
Start choosing hoe
Start choosing hoe
Bathing Apes on my feet
So I got to keep it moving
Step up on the scene
Tell the hoes start choosing
Start choosing hoe
Start choosing hoe
Start choosing hoe (YA)
[Chorus x6]
I got me some bapes today
I got me some bapes today
I got me some bapes today
I go I got me some bapes today
I got I got I got me some bapes today
I I I I I
(feat. Arab)
[Soulja Boy:] Aye Rab mayne I just got back from the mall mayne guess what I got?
[Arab:] What you get Soulja Boy
[Soulja Boy:] Mayne I got me some bapes today
[Chorus (x4):]
I got me some bapes today
I got I got me some bapes today
I got I got me some bapes today
I got I got I got me some bapes today
I I I I I
[Verse]
Check out my Bathing Apes
I'm fresh to def and you like me
Don't try to cop my style
Mayne stick to dem Nikes
Green, white,black inside dese
Super clean Bathing Apes
My shoes like my chain
Shine hard they might hurt your face
And I'm clean in this thang
B-A-P-E-S up on my feet
Fresh fade wit the waves
30/30 Boyz up on my tee
You want to get them YEP
But you can't get like me NO
Asking me Soulja Boy
Where you get your shoes from (ay)
[Chorus x4]
Bathing Apes on my feet
And you niggas wearing kicks
Purple yellow white like my Kobe Bryant jersey
you aint never seen these shoes
Then let me tell u something son
You see how fresh these bitches is
These are not no fucking ones
Step up on the stage with my mouth on froze
Bathing Apes on my feet
Put the crowd on hold
Hatas see them on my feet
I know they get mad a little
Arab rocking more colors then a bag of Skittles
[Chorus x4]
Bathing Apes on my feet
So I got to keep it moving
Step up on the scene
Tell the hoes to start choosing
Start choosing hoe
Start choosing hoe
Start choosing hoe
Bathing Apes on my feet
So I got to keep it moving
Step up on the scene
Tell the hoes start choosing
Start choosing hoe
Start choosing hoe
Start choosing hoe (YA)
[Chorus x6]
I got me some bapes today
I got me some bapes today
I got me some bapes today
I go I got me some bapes today
I got I got I got me some bapes today
I I I I I
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Pet 13 Nov 2020, 14:20
"I Got That Sack"
(feat. Lil B)
[Hook: Lil B]
I need a stripper bitch with that ass on the back
Walked in the club, bitch you know I got that sack
You know I got that sack [x2]
I need a stripper bitch with that ass on the back
Walked in the club, bitch you know I got that sack
You know I got that sack [x2]
[Verse 1: Lil B]
Cashing off of pussy, cause money ain't a thing
Stripper bitches love to work on us
Cash out the bitch, I'm like yeah I make it rain
I love flexing money, Milwaukee off the chain
Ohio girls, make the pussy work the same way
Same way, just fucked a girl the same day
Fucked a new stripper man, and the pussy off the chain
Caught her in my trap, bitch that money don't play
Money don't play bitch, money don't play
Shake your ass for the money, girl the same way
Money don't play bitch, money don't play
Shake your ass girl, for the money the same way
I know Ben Frank, she got booty shots girl playing that game
Trying to cash out, bitch I know Lil Wayne
If you selling pussy, say my name say my name
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
Walked in the club, and you know I got that sack
Buy a stripper bitch, and I fuck her from the back
Lil B Soulja B, yeah we on the map
Fuck the bitch quick, and I slapped her with a stack
I fucked her with the money, yeah I know she like that
My pinky ring so long bruh, that's like 9 stacks
If I ain't rapping, then I'm somewhere serving packs
Soulja got the chopper, and MK got the mac
Getting head from the bitch, while I count 100 stacks
She got some good head, and she in love with my tats
I'm thinking this here, I'm a go and cop a jag
Riding 'round town, and I a'int gotta brag
Fucking bad bitches, and you know I'm getting brain
Smoking on loud, rocking all my chains
Fucking on this bitch, tell her to bring my friends
Pretty boy gang, rich gang we in this bitch
[Hook]
(feat. Lil B)
[Hook: Lil B]
I need a stripper bitch with that ass on the back
Walked in the club, bitch you know I got that sack
You know I got that sack [x2]
I need a stripper bitch with that ass on the back
Walked in the club, bitch you know I got that sack
You know I got that sack [x2]
[Verse 1: Lil B]
Cashing off of pussy, cause money ain't a thing
Stripper bitches love to work on us
Cash out the bitch, I'm like yeah I make it rain
I love flexing money, Milwaukee off the chain
Ohio girls, make the pussy work the same way
Same way, just fucked a girl the same day
Fucked a new stripper man, and the pussy off the chain
Caught her in my trap, bitch that money don't play
Money don't play bitch, money don't play
Shake your ass for the money, girl the same way
Money don't play bitch, money don't play
Shake your ass girl, for the money the same way
I know Ben Frank, she got booty shots girl playing that game
Trying to cash out, bitch I know Lil Wayne
If you selling pussy, say my name say my name
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
Walked in the club, and you know I got that sack
Buy a stripper bitch, and I fuck her from the back
Lil B Soulja B, yeah we on the map
Fuck the bitch quick, and I slapped her with a stack
I fucked her with the money, yeah I know she like that
My pinky ring so long bruh, that's like 9 stacks
If I ain't rapping, then I'm somewhere serving packs
Soulja got the chopper, and MK got the mac
Getting head from the bitch, while I count 100 stacks
She got some good head, and she in love with my tats
I'm thinking this here, I'm a go and cop a jag
Riding 'round town, and I a'int gotta brag
Fucking bad bitches, and you know I'm getting brain
Smoking on loud, rocking all my chains
Fucking on this bitch, tell her to bring my friends
Pretty boy gang, rich gang we in this bitch
[Hook]
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Pet 13 Nov 2020, 14:20
"I Got Them Racks"
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, racks baby bet we play
I'm in the VIP, I'm poppin bottles all day (they do it)
I see a bad bitch, she strippin at the booty club (I do this)
I throw 100 on her booty cause I'm showing love
Bitch I got the gold off on my chain, you know wussup
They say wussup with Soulja? I say bitch I'm blowin up
They say wussup with Soulja? Bitch I say I'm pullin up
I'm sippin lean, she pop the molly and it's goin on
Bounce, bounce up in this motherfucker
So much money in this bitch, I'm rich up in this bitch
We takin turns as hittin the blow, we're rich up in this shit
Oh high as hell I feel this shit, I'm coming with this shit
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks
Wake up in the morning, I hear the blunt first (word!)
Fresh up out the shower, bitch I'm on that earth
Call it OG, bring me a swisha sweet
We get so high up in this bitch, my eyes is low key
Gone, say bitch I'm gone
I'm on my tone, she say she on
I'm in my zone, she say she want
I said what's on? I'm by come on
She in the car and then we gone
Hell yeah we gone, the early morn'
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks
Bounce up in this bitch, we throwin money
The Fettuccini comin out here funny
I walk inside the bank, I need some money
Wussup with Soulja? I keep it 100
Bandz, I got them bandz
I got a plan, we said no mans
Stance on the mary
We got them Benz, I got them racks
Got racks and stacks
Like stacks and plaques and plaques and bags
You know we mad, we turned up
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, yea
Racks, I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, yea
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, racks baby bet we play
I'm in the VIP, I'm poppin bottles all day (they do it)
I see a bad bitch, she strippin at the booty club (I do this)
I throw 100 on her booty cause I'm showing love
Bitch I got the gold off on my chain, you know wussup
They say wussup with Soulja? I say bitch I'm blowin up
They say wussup with Soulja? Bitch I say I'm pullin up
I'm sippin lean, she pop the molly and it's goin on
Bounce, bounce up in this motherfucker
So much money in this bitch, I'm rich up in this bitch
We takin turns as hittin the blow, we're rich up in this shit
Oh high as hell I feel this shit, I'm coming with this shit
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks
Wake up in the morning, I hear the blunt first (word!)
Fresh up out the shower, bitch I'm on that earth
Call it OG, bring me a swisha sweet
We get so high up in this bitch, my eyes is low key
Gone, say bitch I'm gone
I'm on my tone, she say she on
I'm in my zone, she say she want
I said what's on? I'm by come on
She in the car and then we gone
Hell yeah we gone, the early morn'
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks
Bounce up in this bitch, we throwin money
The Fettuccini comin out here funny
I walk inside the bank, I need some money
Wussup with Soulja? I keep it 100
Bandz, I got them bandz
I got a plan, we said no mans
Stance on the mary
We got them Benz, I got them racks
Got racks and stacks
Like stacks and plaques and plaques and bags
You know we mad, we turned up
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, yea
Racks, I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, I got them racks, I got them racks
I got them racks, yea
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Pet 13 Nov 2020, 14:20
"I Love You"
(feat. Bobby V & Nicki Minaj)
Yo Yo Yo
Stop at the light, I'ma jump out my Barbie dream car
I'ma jump on him, ride him like a theme park
Family guy, let's have a little Stewie
Bust a U-ey, I forgot my Huey, Dewey, Louie
Red and Green Lamb' we call it Watermelon
I call him SB, he call me Nicki Tell'em i'm badder then a felon, he generous like Ellen
Ain't talking hair product when I say the we jellin
I'm the Barbie and he's the Ken, get my pre-nup then get my pen
Get my flower girls and get my bridesmaid
Don't need a gift little mama, 'cause this bride's paid
Who’s that dude hoppin out the Lamborghini,
Got the Gucci and the Prada,and the sword fish zucchini
Are the girls on me because my swag is so proper,
And I think my swags sick so I go get a doctor.
I’m soldier boy, tell'em, I’ll be splashing in excursion
Extravagant trips, I look better in person.
Got the new on me, yeah the new army,
S.O.D. money gang, yeah every day is sweet!
So I’m with Nicky and she’s looking so lovely,
And I’m on cloud nine above me
Above the city streets above the building,
Oh my God, soldier boy is about to kill 'em
Other rappers looking at me like how is he do this shit?
Man I do the shit because I’m cooling with the coolest flick,
Riding with the crew, throwing money out the roof,
Its soldier boy so I'm outta 21
Everybody knows that you’re my superstar,
I’ll buy you anything you want, jewelries and cars,
You know I love you, you know I love you,
You know I love you, you know I love you,
L.O.V.E Y.O.U!
L.O.V.E Y.O.U!
You know I love you, you know I love you,
You know I love you, you know I love you,
L.O.V.E Y.O.U!
(feat. Bobby V & Nicki Minaj)
Yo Yo Yo
Stop at the light, I'ma jump out my Barbie dream car
I'ma jump on him, ride him like a theme park
Family guy, let's have a little Stewie
Bust a U-ey, I forgot my Huey, Dewey, Louie
Red and Green Lamb' we call it Watermelon
I call him SB, he call me Nicki Tell'em i'm badder then a felon, he generous like Ellen
Ain't talking hair product when I say the we jellin
I'm the Barbie and he's the Ken, get my pre-nup then get my pen
Get my flower girls and get my bridesmaid
Don't need a gift little mama, 'cause this bride's paid
Who’s that dude hoppin out the Lamborghini,
Got the Gucci and the Prada,and the sword fish zucchini
Are the girls on me because my swag is so proper,
And I think my swags sick so I go get a doctor.
I’m soldier boy, tell'em, I’ll be splashing in excursion
Extravagant trips, I look better in person.
Got the new on me, yeah the new army,
S.O.D. money gang, yeah every day is sweet!
So I’m with Nicky and she’s looking so lovely,
And I’m on cloud nine above me
Above the city streets above the building,
Oh my God, soldier boy is about to kill 'em
Other rappers looking at me like how is he do this shit?
Man I do the shit because I’m cooling with the coolest flick,
Riding with the crew, throwing money out the roof,
Its soldier boy so I'm outta 21
Everybody knows that you’re my superstar,
I’ll buy you anything you want, jewelries and cars,
You know I love you, you know I love you,
You know I love you, you know I love you,
L.O.V.E Y.O.U!
L.O.V.E Y.O.U!
You know I love you, you know I love you,
You know I love you, you know I love you,
L.O.V.E Y.O.U!
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Pet 13 Nov 2020, 14:21
"I Pray (Outro)"
Dear God, I pray, 4 all, my hatas all my hattas all my hattas all my hattas [x2]
they hatten on me in I dont know why tryin 2 stop me tryna slow down my grind I want let em nawl
I won't let em I want let em I wont let em, nawl dey tryna stop me but I won't let em
I want let em just aint no how I cant give up aint gone give up cannot give up I just cant give up nawl
[Verse 1:]
My life is a movement an everybody watchin are u entertained lookin at me partna?
I made it out da hood lets just get this understood people think my life is good but its way more
to it rumors spreadin round they tryna take my glory but theres two sides to everybodies story
so let me tell the story truth with no lyin I hate when my moma call me cryin tellin me dre I
feel like dying tellin me dre I feel like dying I remember growing up in westside of atlanta
couldnt pay the light bill so we kept them candles askin moma questions she giving false
answers I didnt wanna leave my hood I just couldnt stand it moved to mississippi and I finally
had a family moved to mississippi and I finally had a family my dad my sista and my newly
borned brother the first time I ever called another women mother fam I love ya I know I didnt
show it my mom askin for money and you askin for nothing every day I told ya one day ima make
it and if I never told you really appreciate ya if I never told ya I really appreciate ya
[Chorus:]
Its in my soul I got passion I won't stop cant stop rappen hatters blastin out they mouth
just cause Soulja from the south but I won't stop I won't stop nawl
I won't stop I can't stop nawl I won't stop I cant stop nawl I won't stop I can't stop nawl
[Verse 2:]
I got girls claiming I got em pregnant my life is really hecked Im going through the
spectives don't hated it just respect it if you cant respect it then I guess its to bad and if
my don't change then I guess its to sad but with a lot of moves I make I make a lot of people
mad but with a lot of moves I make I make a lot of people glad glad glad yea glad I do it from
the heart and if I wasn't gonna finish man why would I even start? Im soulja boy tell em and my
life is a movement but all I gotta say is please free my nigga gucci im soulja boy tell and my
life is a movement but all I gotta say is mane free my nigga gucci
[Chorus:]
Its in my soul I got passion I won't stop cant stop rappen hatters blastin out they mouth
just cause Soulja from the south but I won't stop I won't stop nawl
I won't stop I can't stop nawl I won't stop I cant stop nawl I won't stop I can't stop nawl
Soulja Boy tell em 18 years old (ay yea boy)
Born in Chicago, IL (ay yea boy)
July 28,1990 (ay yea boy)
Cook County Hospital (ay yea boy)
To the world by storm (ay yea boy)
Made history (ay yea)
Life is good (ay yea boy)
thats what they say (ay yea)
(ay yea boy)
Dear God, I pray, 4 all, my hatas all my hattas all my hattas all my hattas [x2]
they hatten on me in I dont know why tryin 2 stop me tryna slow down my grind I want let em nawl
I won't let em I want let em I wont let em, nawl dey tryna stop me but I won't let em
I want let em just aint no how I cant give up aint gone give up cannot give up I just cant give up nawl
[Verse 1:]
My life is a movement an everybody watchin are u entertained lookin at me partna?
I made it out da hood lets just get this understood people think my life is good but its way more
to it rumors spreadin round they tryna take my glory but theres two sides to everybodies story
so let me tell the story truth with no lyin I hate when my moma call me cryin tellin me dre I
feel like dying tellin me dre I feel like dying I remember growing up in westside of atlanta
couldnt pay the light bill so we kept them candles askin moma questions she giving false
answers I didnt wanna leave my hood I just couldnt stand it moved to mississippi and I finally
had a family moved to mississippi and I finally had a family my dad my sista and my newly
borned brother the first time I ever called another women mother fam I love ya I know I didnt
show it my mom askin for money and you askin for nothing every day I told ya one day ima make
it and if I never told you really appreciate ya if I never told ya I really appreciate ya
[Chorus:]
Its in my soul I got passion I won't stop cant stop rappen hatters blastin out they mouth
just cause Soulja from the south but I won't stop I won't stop nawl
I won't stop I can't stop nawl I won't stop I cant stop nawl I won't stop I can't stop nawl
[Verse 2:]
I got girls claiming I got em pregnant my life is really hecked Im going through the
spectives don't hated it just respect it if you cant respect it then I guess its to bad and if
my don't change then I guess its to sad but with a lot of moves I make I make a lot of people
mad but with a lot of moves I make I make a lot of people glad glad glad yea glad I do it from
the heart and if I wasn't gonna finish man why would I even start? Im soulja boy tell em and my
life is a movement but all I gotta say is please free my nigga gucci im soulja boy tell and my
life is a movement but all I gotta say is mane free my nigga gucci
[Chorus:]
Its in my soul I got passion I won't stop cant stop rappen hatters blastin out they mouth
just cause Soulja from the south but I won't stop I won't stop nawl
I won't stop I can't stop nawl I won't stop I cant stop nawl I won't stop I can't stop nawl
Soulja Boy tell em 18 years old (ay yea boy)
Born in Chicago, IL (ay yea boy)
July 28,1990 (ay yea boy)
Cook County Hospital (ay yea boy)
To the world by storm (ay yea boy)
Made history (ay yea)
Life is good (ay yea boy)
thats what they say (ay yea)
(ay yea boy)
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Pet 13 Nov 2020, 14:21
"I Turn Up So Hard"
Yea nigga, ball!
Young & flexin
That nigga Soulja
Hottest rapper out nigga
Fuck with me, the youngest doin it
I got them M’s
Hard! I turn up so hard these niggas wanna be me
I turn up so hard these rappers can’t see me
I turn up so hard these niggas wanna be me
I turn up so hard, man these rappers thievin
Hard! I turn up so hard
I turn up so hard, I turn up so hard
Yea, yo
I turn up so hard, I turn up so hard
I turn up so hard, yea
I turn up so hard, man these niggas can’t see me
I turn up so hard, man these rappers wanna be me
I turn up so hard, I hit the lobby can shout
I turn up so hard, my chain cause the black out
Yea! I turn up so hard, I pull a nigga card
Nigga think he hard til I pull up in his yard
Nigga point a flaw, I take his ass apart
Soulja go hard, man I turn up so hard
I turn up so hard these rappers can’t see me
I turn up so hard these niggas wanna be me
I turn up so hard these rappers can’t see me
I turn up so hard, man these rappers thievin
Hard! I turn up so hard
I turn up so hard, I turn up so hard, yea
I turn up so hard, I turn up so hard
I turn up so hard, yea
I pull up in that Lambo and I park it
Give it on the phone, call Marcus
That’s my nigga since we was young though
Pour it like that fuckin hundred round drum
Niggas talkin bout this, niggas talkin bout that
Niggas in the streets, man these niggas whack
Call my niggas whack, get that nigga whacked
I’m Soulja boy for real and I’m of slack
Hard! I turn up so hard these rappers can’t see me
I turn up so hard these niggas wanna be me
I turn up so hard these rappers can’t see me
I turn up so hard, man these rappers thievin
I turn up so hard, I turn up so hard
I turn up so hard, yea
I turn up so hard, I turn up so hard
I turn up so hard, yea yea
I was blowin on that dope so I was gone
These wannabe for who? Get that nigga on the phone
Soulja boy for real, kush in my cologne
I’m walkin out the jewelry store and have balls
99 D, that’s when the legends rock
Came in the hood, make that shit pop
My block go so hard I had to stack guap
I need a hun darn stacked up in my shoe box
Hard, I turn up
You niggas know wussup
Young & flexin nigga
SODMG man, we in this bitch
Yea nigga, ball!
Young & flexin
That nigga Soulja
Hottest rapper out nigga
Fuck with me, the youngest doin it
I got them M’s
Hard! I turn up so hard these niggas wanna be me
I turn up so hard these rappers can’t see me
I turn up so hard these niggas wanna be me
I turn up so hard, man these rappers thievin
Hard! I turn up so hard
I turn up so hard, I turn up so hard
Yea, yo
I turn up so hard, I turn up so hard
I turn up so hard, yea
I turn up so hard, man these niggas can’t see me
I turn up so hard, man these rappers wanna be me
I turn up so hard, I hit the lobby can shout
I turn up so hard, my chain cause the black out
Yea! I turn up so hard, I pull a nigga card
Nigga think he hard til I pull up in his yard
Nigga point a flaw, I take his ass apart
Soulja go hard, man I turn up so hard
I turn up so hard these rappers can’t see me
I turn up so hard these niggas wanna be me
I turn up so hard these rappers can’t see me
I turn up so hard, man these rappers thievin
Hard! I turn up so hard
I turn up so hard, I turn up so hard, yea
I turn up so hard, I turn up so hard
I turn up so hard, yea
I pull up in that Lambo and I park it
Give it on the phone, call Marcus
That’s my nigga since we was young though
Pour it like that fuckin hundred round drum
Niggas talkin bout this, niggas talkin bout that
Niggas in the streets, man these niggas whack
Call my niggas whack, get that nigga whacked
I’m Soulja boy for real and I’m of slack
Hard! I turn up so hard these rappers can’t see me
I turn up so hard these niggas wanna be me
I turn up so hard these rappers can’t see me
I turn up so hard, man these rappers thievin
I turn up so hard, I turn up so hard
I turn up so hard, yea
I turn up so hard, I turn up so hard
I turn up so hard, yea yea
I was blowin on that dope so I was gone
These wannabe for who? Get that nigga on the phone
Soulja boy for real, kush in my cologne
I’m walkin out the jewelry store and have balls
99 D, that’s when the legends rock
Came in the hood, make that shit pop
My block go so hard I had to stack guap
I need a hun darn stacked up in my shoe box
Hard, I turn up
You niggas know wussup
Young & flexin nigga
SODMG man, we in this bitch
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Pet 13 Nov 2020, 14:21
"I'm Boomin'"
Ain't gon tolerate no fakin or flawin from none of you pussies
Me and my niggas is ballin so pussy nigga don't push me
For that 9 (SWAG) rip up off my side (DRE) hit a nigga in his side
Then I dip up in my ride like surprise
No hide bitch I'm ridin lookin for dat pussy yea nigga I know he hidin
Seekin wit dat glocc 9 come and I just find him
Man I'm in that glocc 9 phantom gon rewind him
Tell em like dis I'm da man if you come to my city
Fall inside the club throwin huneds
No fitties who fukin wit me that big bank roll
Red and blue around my neck bitch I'm word around da globe
Bitch I'm stuntin and you know g 5 got me flexin and I'm stuntin on you ho
24 got me lookin like a bottle of nuvo pink diamonds in this ho I'm
Shining and you know, S.O.D untill the day I go
Yuki! (OO oooo !) Wat it do man? Word around town, bitch I'm boomin , I'm boomin, I'm boomin, I'm boomin!
(OO oooo !) Wat it do man? Word around town, bitch I'm boomin , I'm boomin, I'm boomin, Word around town bitch I'm boomin!
Swisher sweet crusin through my city street oppositon to
Make a whole lotta money gee
See me with my baby gee see me wit my gangsta beat see me wit my og
Ridin down op see about 03 backpack in 03 stuntin real hard now everybody know me
Everybody want me ,you dont wanna own me
Cause if you own me ,SK to your nose g
Man I'm ridin so deep, man my wrist is frozen
Man I swear to god she wet like the ocean ,man I swear to god I'm sippin on that potion
Word around town my lamborghini same colour lotion
I'm boomin
I'm poppin it moe
Soulja tellem got hella dollaz, got hella motherz we bout to blow
Man I swear we after motherfuckin planet
Nigga se my chain and then be like god damn him
God damn me, know my niggas got damn to hustle
Paid for the motherfuckin struggle
Rags the richest,bag and bitches
Sod we savageses (aaaaaaW hahaha!)
(OO oooo!) Wat it do man? Word around town, bitch I'm boomin , I'm boomin, I'm boomin, I'm boomin!
(OO oooo!) Wat it do man? Word around town, bitch I'm boomin , I'm boomin, I'm boomin, Word around town bitch I'm boomin!
Ain't gon tolerate no fakin or flawin from none of you pussies
Me and my niggas is ballin so pussy nigga don't push me
For that 9 (SWAG) rip up off my side (DRE) hit a nigga in his side
Then I dip up in my ride like surprise
No hide bitch I'm ridin lookin for dat pussy yea nigga I know he hidin
Seekin wit dat glocc 9 come and I just find him
Man I'm in that glocc 9 phantom gon rewind him
Tell em like dis I'm da man if you come to my city
Fall inside the club throwin huneds
No fitties who fukin wit me that big bank roll
Red and blue around my neck bitch I'm word around da globe
Bitch I'm stuntin and you know g 5 got me flexin and I'm stuntin on you ho
24 got me lookin like a bottle of nuvo pink diamonds in this ho I'm
Shining and you know, S.O.D untill the day I go
Yuki! (OO oooo !) Wat it do man? Word around town, bitch I'm boomin , I'm boomin, I'm boomin, I'm boomin!
(OO oooo !) Wat it do man? Word around town, bitch I'm boomin , I'm boomin, I'm boomin, Word around town bitch I'm boomin!
Swisher sweet crusin through my city street oppositon to
Make a whole lotta money gee
See me with my baby gee see me wit my gangsta beat see me wit my og
Ridin down op see about 03 backpack in 03 stuntin real hard now everybody know me
Everybody want me ,you dont wanna own me
Cause if you own me ,SK to your nose g
Man I'm ridin so deep, man my wrist is frozen
Man I swear to god she wet like the ocean ,man I swear to god I'm sippin on that potion
Word around town my lamborghini same colour lotion
I'm boomin
I'm poppin it moe
Soulja tellem got hella dollaz, got hella motherz we bout to blow
Man I swear we after motherfuckin planet
Nigga se my chain and then be like god damn him
God damn me, know my niggas got damn to hustle
Paid for the motherfuckin struggle
Rags the richest,bag and bitches
Sod we savageses (aaaaaaW hahaha!)
(OO oooo!) Wat it do man? Word around town, bitch I'm boomin , I'm boomin, I'm boomin, I'm boomin!
(OO oooo!) Wat it do man? Word around town, bitch I'm boomin , I'm boomin, I'm boomin, Word around town bitch I'm boomin!
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Pet 13 Nov 2020, 14:21
"I'm Bout Tha Stax (Intro)"
[Verse 1]
I'm 'bout the swag, I'm 'bout the ice, I'm 'bout to cop me one tonight
I don't really care the price, cause my bankroll right
Ridin on Toyota, on Pinolla, that's just how we get it though
Choppin ola, I was holdin, forty-five, listen doe
Forty-five to get stashed to buy them new dickies man
And a S.O.D. charm piece, man that's fifty grand
Arab tatted up and gathered up the whole guap
S.O.D. gang six figures quarter million copped, cause
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I'm 'bout the cars, I'm 'bout the swag
I'm 'bout the whip, I'm 'bout the rag
I'm 'bout the bricks, I'm 'bout the flips
I'm 'bout the chips, I'm 'bout the dips
I'm 'bout the stacks.. talkin stacks.. stacks
I'm 'bout the stacks.. stacks.. stacks
[Verse 2]
I'm 'bout the bank, I'm 'bout to vote
I'm bout the this ain't what you thought
I'm ridin clean, I got guap
I'm doin me I'm on the top
I'm 'bout the ice, I'm 'bout the shine
I'm 'bout the work, I'm 'bout the grind
I'm 'bout to get 'em, got 'em, see 'em song
Gettin every dollar doe
When you see me pop your collar
I'ma throw out every dollar
Soulja Boy's not a scholar, ? a million dollars
Get 'em S.O.D. we got 'em, scream S.O.D. we holla
Too much swag yes we ballin I'm a money baller
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Man I'm a trapaholic rapaholic hustler
Down on your decimal, make me a customer
S.O.D. machine don't need no cash register
All the money added up, pass me the duffle
Bag full of grands, a couple bands, understand
I'm the man when I land overseas in Japan
I seen you wishin he'da quit it you can't get like me
A lot of rappers mad cause they can't make no hits like me
[Chorus]
[dub version of Chorus]
[Verse 1]
I'm 'bout the swag, I'm 'bout the ice, I'm 'bout to cop me one tonight
I don't really care the price, cause my bankroll right
Ridin on Toyota, on Pinolla, that's just how we get it though
Choppin ola, I was holdin, forty-five, listen doe
Forty-five to get stashed to buy them new dickies man
And a S.O.D. charm piece, man that's fifty grand
Arab tatted up and gathered up the whole guap
S.O.D. gang six figures quarter million copped, cause
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I'm 'bout the cars, I'm 'bout the swag
I'm 'bout the whip, I'm 'bout the rag
I'm 'bout the bricks, I'm 'bout the flips
I'm 'bout the chips, I'm 'bout the dips
I'm 'bout the stacks.. talkin stacks.. stacks
I'm 'bout the stacks.. stacks.. stacks
[Verse 2]
I'm 'bout the bank, I'm 'bout to vote
I'm bout the this ain't what you thought
I'm ridin clean, I got guap
I'm doin me I'm on the top
I'm 'bout the ice, I'm 'bout the shine
I'm 'bout the work, I'm 'bout the grind
I'm 'bout to get 'em, got 'em, see 'em song
Gettin every dollar doe
When you see me pop your collar
I'ma throw out every dollar
Soulja Boy's not a scholar, ? a million dollars
Get 'em S.O.D. we got 'em, scream S.O.D. we holla
Too much swag yes we ballin I'm a money baller
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Man I'm a trapaholic rapaholic hustler
Down on your decimal, make me a customer
S.O.D. machine don't need no cash register
All the money added up, pass me the duffle
Bag full of grands, a couple bands, understand
I'm the man when I land overseas in Japan
I seen you wishin he'da quit it you can't get like me
A lot of rappers mad cause they can't make no hits like me
[Chorus]
[dub version of Chorus]
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Pet 13 Nov 2020, 14:21
"I'm Gettin' It"
(feat. Soulja Kid)
[Intro:]
Soulja
Foreign
King Soulja
King Soulja
Rich Gang
SOD
Cold racks, stacks on deck, Squad, Soulja Kid
[Bridge:]
Fresh up out the kitchen (out the kitchen)
(Splash) Ridin in that Bentley (Slayin Bentley)
Swagger of the century (of the century)
Let em know that I'm getting it
[Hook:]
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
[Verse 1:]
Damn, I'm getting it, water whippin
Chain cost 6 bricks, Soulja hit licks
I'm getting it and I whip it
I'm in that 4 door Ferrari killin shit
Copped a Porsche truck, made it my tour bus
Smoking hella loud, don't fuck with us
Call me Lil Dre or call me Big Soulja
Ridin in that Lambo followed by that Rolls (that Range)
Ride that Maybach (swerve), love to sell bricks (that's me)
Love to sip lean (jug), activist (act)
SOD, Rich Gang, we be trappin bitch
Catch the smoking on that kush loud, talk this shit
[Hook:]
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it
Ridin in that Bentley, I'm getting it
Swagger of the century, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
[Verse 2:]
Yea yea nigga them soulja yea them niggas worth a couple mill
Hollows chrome, young bitches flying out that steel
People shine rap where shit will get whack
Where them guns clappin every day but niggas get whacked
Niggas get here for them stacks, niggas get here for them scenes
I'm a stay up in my lane, Money Gang – that's my lane
Never switch up on my niggas
Have them niggas livin with me
When be up out that way
And we be about them bags
Racing round in Jag shoes
I done hopped in with ya bitch
All my niggas hit licks
Yea we filthy fuckin rich
Money Gang, boys in the town takin all ya shit
And my niggas gonna eat
Either way we hit the scene
[Hook:]
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it
Ridin in that Bentley, I'm getting it
Swagger of the century, I'm getting it (KING shit)
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
[Outro:]
I'm getting it
All my niggas getting it
Uh
King Soulja uh
20-14, 13 stuntin, turn up, turn up
Juice, Juice uh uh uh
Here comes Santa Claus
Blap blap ball
Yea!
Aha
Yea right
Soul-ja
Uh uh
(feat. Soulja Kid)
[Intro:]
Soulja
Foreign
King Soulja
King Soulja
Rich Gang
SOD
Cold racks, stacks on deck, Squad, Soulja Kid
[Bridge:]
Fresh up out the kitchen (out the kitchen)
(Splash) Ridin in that Bentley (Slayin Bentley)
Swagger of the century (of the century)
Let em know that I'm getting it
[Hook:]
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
[Verse 1:]
Damn, I'm getting it, water whippin
Chain cost 6 bricks, Soulja hit licks
I'm getting it and I whip it
I'm in that 4 door Ferrari killin shit
Copped a Porsche truck, made it my tour bus
Smoking hella loud, don't fuck with us
Call me Lil Dre or call me Big Soulja
Ridin in that Lambo followed by that Rolls (that Range)
Ride that Maybach (swerve), love to sell bricks (that's me)
Love to sip lean (jug), activist (act)
SOD, Rich Gang, we be trappin bitch
Catch the smoking on that kush loud, talk this shit
[Hook:]
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it
Ridin in that Bentley, I'm getting it
Swagger of the century, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
[Verse 2:]
Yea yea nigga them soulja yea them niggas worth a couple mill
Hollows chrome, young bitches flying out that steel
People shine rap where shit will get whack
Where them guns clappin every day but niggas get whacked
Niggas get here for them stacks, niggas get here for them scenes
I'm a stay up in my lane, Money Gang – that's my lane
Never switch up on my niggas
Have them niggas livin with me
When be up out that way
And we be about them bags
Racing round in Jag shoes
I done hopped in with ya bitch
All my niggas hit licks
Yea we filthy fuckin rich
Money Gang, boys in the town takin all ya shit
And my niggas gonna eat
Either way we hit the scene
[Hook:]
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it
Ridin in that Bentley, I'm getting it
Swagger of the century, I'm getting it (KING shit)
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I'm getting it, I'm getting it
[Outro:]
I'm getting it
All my niggas getting it
Uh
King Soulja uh
20-14, 13 stuntin, turn up, turn up
Juice, Juice uh uh uh
Here comes Santa Claus
Blap blap ball
Yea!
Aha
Yea right
Soul-ja
Uh uh
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Pet 13 Nov 2020, 14:21
"I'm Winning"
[Chorus:]
You know I got to get it, all the way in it
If I got it Ima spend it, yeah, I'm winning
Yeah yeah I'm winning, yeaah, I'm winning yeah yeah I'm winning
You know I got to get it, all the way in it
If I got it Ima spend it, on the way to the ticket
Wake up and I’m winning, yeah yeah I'm winning yeah
I’m winning yeah yeah I'm winning yeah
[Verse 1:]
Old dudes mad cause I pulled up on the new thang
Niggas so fresh make ya bitch drop her G-String
Lil Dre man I'm so out of space, I can't feel my face
Bitch I'm in this place
Bitch I’m in the party popping hella bottles nigga
What the tab said, fuck what it said
I drop 100 racks cause I got a 100 plats, and 100 tats goons got a 100 gacs
I do my thang and I’m never under pressure I’m winning
It is sold out concerts to my schedule
You niggas, you on my fucking shit list
I’m on the Forbes list, I’m so muthafuckin’ gorgeous
I pull up in the Phantom, wheels look like Wheel of Fortune
Oreo black and white diamond, bitch I’m scorching
Soulja Boy Tell’Em on the muthafuckin TV screen
I’m looking green I’m a millionaire, put that on my dick I’d be everywhere
G5 Jet with the chandeliers, niggas getting mad but I have no fears
Bitch I’m outta here, I’m winnin every fuckin year
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
You looking at a young ass nigga with some new cash
Pull up in the white Ferrari with the new dash
Oh you lookin mad, why you so blue?
Bitch the protool got me on the old school
Niggas mad mixed the Zan with the fuckin Lean
AK-47 touched his momma’s spleen
Lil Dre bitch I’m living out my fucking dream
Favorite color green, that’s money and weed
That’s weed and money, everyday I’m stuntin
Fuck whatcha talkin bout it’s [?]
All you niggas is talkin, man yall so boring,
Look at the bank account it tell another story
You rappers have nerve to say that I’m green
Bitch I get a million dollars for one Ustream
A live stream, I’m on the live team
I’m on the live band throwing bout a 100 yams
I’m in the hood giving back to the community
That is what’s true to me, there’s nothing you can do to me
And on the stupid beat, I spit that shit so fluently
Living under a rock asking about who is he?
[Chorus x2:]
You know I got to get it, all the way in it
If I got it Ima spend it, yeah I'm winning
Yeah yeah I'm winning, yeaah, I'm winning yeah yeah I'm winning
You know I got to get it, all the way in it
If I got it Ima spend it on the way to the ticket
Wake up and I’m winning yeah yeah I'm winning yeah
I’m winning yeah yeah I'm winning yeah
[Chorus:]
You know I got to get it, all the way in it
If I got it Ima spend it, yeah, I'm winning
Yeah yeah I'm winning, yeaah, I'm winning yeah yeah I'm winning
You know I got to get it, all the way in it
If I got it Ima spend it, on the way to the ticket
Wake up and I’m winning, yeah yeah I'm winning yeah
I’m winning yeah yeah I'm winning yeah
[Verse 1:]
Old dudes mad cause I pulled up on the new thang
Niggas so fresh make ya bitch drop her G-String
Lil Dre man I'm so out of space, I can't feel my face
Bitch I'm in this place
Bitch I’m in the party popping hella bottles nigga
What the tab said, fuck what it said
I drop 100 racks cause I got a 100 plats, and 100 tats goons got a 100 gacs
I do my thang and I’m never under pressure I’m winning
It is sold out concerts to my schedule
You niggas, you on my fucking shit list
I’m on the Forbes list, I’m so muthafuckin’ gorgeous
I pull up in the Phantom, wheels look like Wheel of Fortune
Oreo black and white diamond, bitch I’m scorching
Soulja Boy Tell’Em on the muthafuckin TV screen
I’m looking green I’m a millionaire, put that on my dick I’d be everywhere
G5 Jet with the chandeliers, niggas getting mad but I have no fears
Bitch I’m outta here, I’m winnin every fuckin year
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
You looking at a young ass nigga with some new cash
Pull up in the white Ferrari with the new dash
Oh you lookin mad, why you so blue?
Bitch the protool got me on the old school
Niggas mad mixed the Zan with the fuckin Lean
AK-47 touched his momma’s spleen
Lil Dre bitch I’m living out my fucking dream
Favorite color green, that’s money and weed
That’s weed and money, everyday I’m stuntin
Fuck whatcha talkin bout it’s [?]
All you niggas is talkin, man yall so boring,
Look at the bank account it tell another story
You rappers have nerve to say that I’m green
Bitch I get a million dollars for one Ustream
A live stream, I’m on the live team
I’m on the live band throwing bout a 100 yams
I’m in the hood giving back to the community
That is what’s true to me, there’s nothing you can do to me
And on the stupid beat, I spit that shit so fluently
Living under a rock asking about who is he?
[Chorus x2:]
You know I got to get it, all the way in it
If I got it Ima spend it, yeah I'm winning
Yeah yeah I'm winning, yeaah, I'm winning yeah yeah I'm winning
You know I got to get it, all the way in it
If I got it Ima spend it on the way to the ticket
Wake up and I’m winning yeah yeah I'm winning yeah
I’m winning yeah yeah I'm winning yeah
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Pet 13 Nov 2020, 14:22
"iDance"
Ayyy [x3]
Soulja Boy tell em'
i dance
i rock
i dance
i rock
i lean, i rock, i jig, i ule! i snap, i pop, and then i youtube!
i dance... ule!
i dance... ule!
i dance... ule!
i dance... ule!
i lean, i rock, i jig, i ule! i snap, i pop, and then i youtube!
i dance...i dance
i dance...i dance
i dance...i dance
i dance...i dance
Soulja Boy back in this h*e
Watch me lean and watch me rock
I dance hey! hey! hey! oh na na
Dance rock jig crank back to the left
Soulja Boy tell em' rubber bands on my neck
Watch me jig this here
Watch me walk it out
Do my dance in the club and we jockin out
I dance stomp loud like thunder
But guess who's not a one hit wonder
i lean, i rock, i jig, i ule! i snap, i pop, and then i youtube!
i dance... ule!
i dance... ule!
i dance... ule!
i dance... ule!
i lean, i rock, i jig, i ule! i snap, i pop, and then i youtube!
i dance...i dance
i dance...i dance
i dance...i dance
i dance...i dance
Lean left, rock right, do your dance on the floor
We don't superman no more
Man that crank that got old
(hey) now watch me jig this here
(hey) watch me rock this h*e
(hey) my dance so fresh when everybody hit the dance floor
My dougie i'm fresh roll jig
iPod in my hand while i iDance this sh*t
iphone in my hand while i call up my partner this song so sick man somebody call a doctor
i lean, i rock, i jig, i ule! i snap, i pop, and then i youtube!
i dance... ule!
i dance... ule!
i dance... ule!
i dance... ule!
i lean, i rock, i jig, i ule! i snap, i pop, and then i youtube!
i dance...i dance
i dance...i dance
i dance...i dance
i dance...i dance
[Soulja Boy] now watch me snap hard, ule! [x4]
[Girl] now watch me snap hard,hey [x4]
[Soulja Boy] now watch me do this sh*t, do it! [x4]
[Girl] now watch me do this sh*t, hey [x4]
i lean, i rock, i jig, i ule! i snap, i pop, and then i youtube!
i dance... ule!
i dance... ule!
i dance... ule!
i dance... ule!
i lean, i rock, i jig, i ule! i snap, i pop, and then i youtube!
i dance...i dance
i dance...i dance
i dance...i dance
i dance...i dance
Ayyy [x3]
Soulja Boy tell em'
i dance
i rock
i dance
i rock
i lean, i rock, i jig, i ule! i snap, i pop, and then i youtube!
i dance... ule!
i dance... ule!
i dance... ule!
i dance... ule!
i lean, i rock, i jig, i ule! i snap, i pop, and then i youtube!
i dance...i dance
i dance...i dance
i dance...i dance
i dance...i dance
Soulja Boy back in this h*e
Watch me lean and watch me rock
I dance hey! hey! hey! oh na na
Dance rock jig crank back to the left
Soulja Boy tell em' rubber bands on my neck
Watch me jig this here
Watch me walk it out
Do my dance in the club and we jockin out
I dance stomp loud like thunder
But guess who's not a one hit wonder
i lean, i rock, i jig, i ule! i snap, i pop, and then i youtube!
i dance... ule!
i dance... ule!
i dance... ule!
i dance... ule!
i lean, i rock, i jig, i ule! i snap, i pop, and then i youtube!
i dance...i dance
i dance...i dance
i dance...i dance
i dance...i dance
Lean left, rock right, do your dance on the floor
We don't superman no more
Man that crank that got old
(hey) now watch me jig this here
(hey) watch me rock this h*e
(hey) my dance so fresh when everybody hit the dance floor
My dougie i'm fresh roll jig
iPod in my hand while i iDance this sh*t
iphone in my hand while i call up my partner this song so sick man somebody call a doctor
i lean, i rock, i jig, i ule! i snap, i pop, and then i youtube!
i dance... ule!
i dance... ule!
i dance... ule!
i dance... ule!
i lean, i rock, i jig, i ule! i snap, i pop, and then i youtube!
i dance...i dance
i dance...i dance
i dance...i dance
i dance...i dance
[Soulja Boy] now watch me snap hard, ule! [x4]
[Girl] now watch me snap hard,hey [x4]
[Soulja Boy] now watch me do this sh*t, do it! [x4]
[Girl] now watch me do this sh*t, hey [x4]
i lean, i rock, i jig, i ule! i snap, i pop, and then i youtube!
i dance... ule!
i dance... ule!
i dance... ule!
i dance... ule!
i lean, i rock, i jig, i ule! i snap, i pop, and then i youtube!
i dance...i dance
i dance...i dance
i dance...i dance
i dance...i dance
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Pet 13 Nov 2020, 14:22
"IDGAF"
[Hook:]
I'm a beast on these bitches cause I don't give a fuck
Pull up on a nigga hey, you know that I'm up
All this money, all this cash so we don't give a fuck
Keep this cash on the benz, no I don't give a fuck
I'm a beast breaking bitch, cause I don't give a fuck
Pull up on a nigga and you know that I'm a up
All this cash, in this benz, boy I don't give a fuck
All this money, in my hands, boy I don't give a fuck
Bitch yes you thirsty, but I don't give a fuck
In the foreign, all that work, yeah I put them on my truck
It's, 30 for a brick, but I don't give a fuck
This bad ass bitch, and you know I fucked
On the front, stay on that haze damage in my truck
I will sweat her, to the plug, here don't touch the truck
I got louise, I got gucci, I still don't give a fuck
All these bitches, all around, cause I'm a die of suck
And my gang came in the place and we shot it up
Shot it up, SOD on g and we turn it up
The same bitch that LA she ain't fucked
Was the same bitch that was hopping on my truck
Bands in my hands I don't give a fuck (I do it all)
I be turnt up turning up (turn it up)
You ain't gotta ask you know I'm a up (you know I'm a up)
Turning up when I'm inside of the club (inside of the club
[Hook]
I own all these franklins in my pockets, so I don't give a fuck (why)
I thought she act, like her shit ain't fucked
So I pulled up, in a porsche truck
50 bands up in my hands so add it up
I got my gang in the club we don't give a fuck
We shooting up the club when we up
All my niggas up we got up (we got up)
For our wheels electric cars foreign trucks (switch)
And I got codeine stars in my blunts (soulja)
Ash deep, and my gang goin' up
The next day I shot the club up (me and P8)
Had 50 k but I didn't give a fuck (don't give a fuck)
Popped 30 bottles in my total [?] (you should've seen it)
Forgis audis I was SKKRT, out the club (skrt)
Switched and hopped in my buggati going up (my bugatti)
Now they know that my gang don't give a fuck (don't give a fuck)
[Hook]
I don't give a fuck
Hundred k in my pocket but I don't give a fuck
Foreign whip outside but I don't give a fuck
Thirty brick inside but I don't give a fuck
I can go, 10 for life for all these pistols in my cut
I can go to jail for life for all this lean and my pipe
I can go to fucking jail, but I don't give a fuck
I got shooters that wait up, but I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
[Hook:]
I'm a beast on these bitches cause I don't give a fuck
Pull up on a nigga hey, you know that I'm up
All this money, all this cash so we don't give a fuck
Keep this cash on the benz, no I don't give a fuck
I'm a beast breaking bitch, cause I don't give a fuck
Pull up on a nigga and you know that I'm a up
All this cash, in this benz, boy I don't give a fuck
All this money, in my hands, boy I don't give a fuck
Bitch yes you thirsty, but I don't give a fuck
In the foreign, all that work, yeah I put them on my truck
It's, 30 for a brick, but I don't give a fuck
This bad ass bitch, and you know I fucked
On the front, stay on that haze damage in my truck
I will sweat her, to the plug, here don't touch the truck
I got louise, I got gucci, I still don't give a fuck
All these bitches, all around, cause I'm a die of suck
And my gang came in the place and we shot it up
Shot it up, SOD on g and we turn it up
The same bitch that LA she ain't fucked
Was the same bitch that was hopping on my truck
Bands in my hands I don't give a fuck (I do it all)
I be turnt up turning up (turn it up)
You ain't gotta ask you know I'm a up (you know I'm a up)
Turning up when I'm inside of the club (inside of the club
[Hook]
I own all these franklins in my pockets, so I don't give a fuck (why)
I thought she act, like her shit ain't fucked
So I pulled up, in a porsche truck
50 bands up in my hands so add it up
I got my gang in the club we don't give a fuck
We shooting up the club when we up
All my niggas up we got up (we got up)
For our wheels electric cars foreign trucks (switch)
And I got codeine stars in my blunts (soulja)
Ash deep, and my gang goin' up
The next day I shot the club up (me and P8)
Had 50 k but I didn't give a fuck (don't give a fuck)
Popped 30 bottles in my total [?] (you should've seen it)
Forgis audis I was SKKRT, out the club (skrt)
Switched and hopped in my buggati going up (my bugatti)
Now they know that my gang don't give a fuck (don't give a fuck)
[Hook]
I don't give a fuck
Hundred k in my pocket but I don't give a fuck
Foreign whip outside but I don't give a fuck
Thirty brick inside but I don't give a fuck
I can go, 10 for life for all these pistols in my cut
I can go to jail for life for all this lean and my pipe
I can go to fucking jail, but I don't give a fuck
I got shooters that wait up, but I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Pet 13 Nov 2020, 14:22
"iGot"
Woke up, got my K
Soulja Boy tell'Em, full gas no brakes
I'm headed to the money, ain't shit funny
smoking chronic, I gotta roll hard like my first name Sonic
I'ma boss, I'ma fiend to the fuckin dead presidents
The IRS looking for me, for my residents
Sucked the time after time, they lied on my name
Spreading rumors about me in this hip hop game
But it's all good cause I put them tame after tame
They can't tame me, so they brainwash the public
So I had to do it like nobody else does it
And I had to leave the scene so they saying who was it
It was me, it was Beezy
I made the shit look easy
Yellow diamond watch, yeah that shit is so freezy
Shoutouts to my fans, they know I be throwing bands when I'm standing on the stage and they standing in the stands
Man I ball hard, yeah I go hard
Still on the deck, I pull the check
I pull the check out, man I rest out
Man I cash out, man I break out
Man I mess out, take the gas out
Take the K out, I'm gone take off on the haters
Talking down on me, but I rose up like elevators
At the same time my mind was on money
I couldn't stop
So I had to get full throttle, headed to the guap
iGot, money in my pocket
iGot, girls scream my name
iGot, every shoe you name
iGot, iGot, iGot
Girls screaming for me
iGot, girls dreaming for me
iGot, every shoe you name
iGot, iGot, iGot
Every shoe you name
iGot, girls scream my name
iGot, go head and sing iGot
iGot
I'm stealin, I'm trusted
Moving and I'm pearlinin and I'm pullin
and I'm working heavingly
And I know these kids is influenced by this stuff they hear on the radio, they lift faces
I'm on vacation, I'm a movie
I need a standing ovation
My name is little Soulja, I can tell you two times to get yo money and shine cause one day you gone die
I'm puttin this shit on the map, and if they keep swagger jacking man I promise I'ma snap
But I'm on back to the basics, I swear I'm back to the nation
I give back to the people, I swear everyone equal and all
My name is Soulja Boy Tell'Em, I ball
Everyday 'till until I fuckin fall
iGot, iGot
Girls scream my name
iGot, every shoe that you can name
iGot, iGot, iGot
iGot,i Got
Woke up, got my K
Soulja Boy tell'Em, full gas no brakes
I'm headed to the money, ain't shit funny
smoking chronic, I gotta roll hard like my first name Sonic
I'ma boss, I'ma fiend to the fuckin dead presidents
The IRS looking for me, for my residents
Sucked the time after time, they lied on my name
Spreading rumors about me in this hip hop game
But it's all good cause I put them tame after tame
They can't tame me, so they brainwash the public
So I had to do it like nobody else does it
And I had to leave the scene so they saying who was it
It was me, it was Beezy
I made the shit look easy
Yellow diamond watch, yeah that shit is so freezy
Shoutouts to my fans, they know I be throwing bands when I'm standing on the stage and they standing in the stands
Man I ball hard, yeah I go hard
Still on the deck, I pull the check
I pull the check out, man I rest out
Man I cash out, man I break out
Man I mess out, take the gas out
Take the K out, I'm gone take off on the haters
Talking down on me, but I rose up like elevators
At the same time my mind was on money
I couldn't stop
So I had to get full throttle, headed to the guap
iGot, money in my pocket
iGot, girls scream my name
iGot, every shoe you name
iGot, iGot, iGot
Girls screaming for me
iGot, girls dreaming for me
iGot, every shoe you name
iGot, iGot, iGot
Every shoe you name
iGot, girls scream my name
iGot, go head and sing iGot
iGot
I'm stealin, I'm trusted
Moving and I'm pearlinin and I'm pullin
and I'm working heavingly
And I know these kids is influenced by this stuff they hear on the radio, they lift faces
I'm on vacation, I'm a movie
I need a standing ovation
My name is little Soulja, I can tell you two times to get yo money and shine cause one day you gone die
I'm puttin this shit on the map, and if they keep swagger jacking man I promise I'ma snap
But I'm on back to the basics, I swear I'm back to the nation
I give back to the people, I swear everyone equal and all
My name is Soulja Boy Tell'Em, I ball
Everyday 'till until I fuckin fall
iGot, iGot
Girls scream my name
iGot, every shoe that you can name
iGot, iGot, iGot
iGot,i Got
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Pet 13 Nov 2020, 14:22
"Im Gettin' Money"
Y'already know what time it is
Swag, money, Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, SODMG
Salute! Turn up!
King Soulja
10 mill
Swag swag
Shawty said she want Soulja so she got
Pull up in that drop top and I'm poppin
Gwap, trap trap
Hustle hustle, stack
I'm getting money, getting money
I'm getting money, I'm getting money
I'm getting money, I'm getting money
I'm getting money
Gwap, trap, Hustle, stack
Shawty bad, Shawty bad (she bad)
She said she want Soulja
I'm touchin on her body, I'm ridin Maseratis
She big in the hips and she got them red bottoms
Soulja Boy neighborhood star and I'm gwapin
Lean is mouth shockin, Rich Gang reppin
Never half steppin, catch me with my weapon boy
Nigga know I'm flexin, SODMG
King Soulja Boy bitch, I took over the streets (King Soulja)
Trap, gwap, Hustle (Soulja Soulja wah?), stop
I'm getting money, I'm getting money
I'm getting money, I'm getting money
I'm getting money
I'm getting money
Gwap, trap, Hustle, stack
I'm getting money, I'm getting money
World star hip-hop, I'm always on that
King Soulja Boy with that Rich Gang tat
Mohawk swag but I'm bout to blow my hair out
Smoking on this kush, man I always got the money out
Sippin on syrup, I'm sippin on Act
Activist, purple drink, nigga I got swag (turn up!)
Soulja got the juice, pull up in Bentley coupes (molly!)
2-50 bitch, boy I thought you know
Bentley, nigga I hustle
Gwap, trappin, them knots
I got bands on bands, I got bricks on bricks
Shawty is so bad, she gon SBD
I done let er ride the dick, now Shawty is in love (woa)
She big in the hips (hold up), got some fat tits (Soulja)
Hit it from the back, let er bounce on the dick (dick)
SBZ, I be swaggin this shit
These rap niggas is lame and Soulja Boy got gwap (King Soulja)
Audemar on my wrist (wrist), ridin round with yo bitch (yo bitch)
Pour it on my dick, let the bitch kiss
Swagged up to the 10 (she kiss), nigga I got it (got it)
Shawty say she wanna lick the molly off my dick (Soulja)
Swag up like every day, I'm purin up Activist (she bad)
Soulja Boy, Rich Gang, stacks on deck the shit
Ridin round, foreign whips (Soulja)
Bout to cop a Bugatti (mansions)
Pull up my gas tank, I'm ridin out to the party (condo)
Pull it up in the Audi, jet black cloud 40
SBZ, Cuban Link, that diamond cost bout 40 (she bad)
Pour it up like Soulja, ridin loud in that Rover
Turn up, gwap gwap
Trap trap
Hustle Hustle Hustle
Stack stack stack stack
I'm getting money (money)
I'm getting money (gwap)
I'm getting money (moola)
I'm getting money
Y'already know what time it is
Swag, money, Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, SODMG
Salute! Turn up!
King Soulja
10 mill
Swag swag
Shawty said she want Soulja so she got
Pull up in that drop top and I'm poppin
Gwap, trap trap
Hustle hustle, stack
I'm getting money, getting money
I'm getting money, I'm getting money
I'm getting money, I'm getting money
I'm getting money
Gwap, trap, Hustle, stack
Shawty bad, Shawty bad (she bad)
She said she want Soulja
I'm touchin on her body, I'm ridin Maseratis
She big in the hips and she got them red bottoms
Soulja Boy neighborhood star and I'm gwapin
Lean is mouth shockin, Rich Gang reppin
Never half steppin, catch me with my weapon boy
Nigga know I'm flexin, SODMG
King Soulja Boy bitch, I took over the streets (King Soulja)
Trap, gwap, Hustle (Soulja Soulja wah?), stop
I'm getting money, I'm getting money
I'm getting money, I'm getting money
I'm getting money
I'm getting money
Gwap, trap, Hustle, stack
I'm getting money, I'm getting money
World star hip-hop, I'm always on that
King Soulja Boy with that Rich Gang tat
Mohawk swag but I'm bout to blow my hair out
Smoking on this kush, man I always got the money out
Sippin on syrup, I'm sippin on Act
Activist, purple drink, nigga I got swag (turn up!)
Soulja got the juice, pull up in Bentley coupes (molly!)
2-50 bitch, boy I thought you know
Bentley, nigga I hustle
Gwap, trappin, them knots
I got bands on bands, I got bricks on bricks
Shawty is so bad, she gon SBD
I done let er ride the dick, now Shawty is in love (woa)
She big in the hips (hold up), got some fat tits (Soulja)
Hit it from the back, let er bounce on the dick (dick)
SBZ, I be swaggin this shit
These rap niggas is lame and Soulja Boy got gwap (King Soulja)
Audemar on my wrist (wrist), ridin round with yo bitch (yo bitch)
Pour it on my dick, let the bitch kiss
Swagged up to the 10 (she kiss), nigga I got it (got it)
Shawty say she wanna lick the molly off my dick (Soulja)
Swag up like every day, I'm purin up Activist (she bad)
Soulja Boy, Rich Gang, stacks on deck the shit
Ridin round, foreign whips (Soulja)
Bout to cop a Bugatti (mansions)
Pull up my gas tank, I'm ridin out to the party (condo)
Pull it up in the Audi, jet black cloud 40
SBZ, Cuban Link, that diamond cost bout 40 (she bad)
Pour it up like Soulja, ridin loud in that Rover
Turn up, gwap gwap
Trap trap
Hustle Hustle Hustle
Stack stack stack stack
I'm getting money (money)
I'm getting money (gwap)
I'm getting money (moola)
I'm getting money
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Pet 13 Nov 2020, 14:22
"In Love With Chanel"
[Hook:]
I'm in love with Chanel, all these gold rings on my fingers you can tell
I'm in love with Chanel, all these gold chains round my neck, you can tell
I'm in love with Chanel, coco, I'm in love with Chanel, coco
I'm in love with Chanel, coco, I'm in love with Chanel, coco
I'm in love with Chanel, coco, I'm in love with Chanel, coco coco
[Verse 1:]
I'm in love with Chanel, all these gold rings on my fingers you can't tell, Chanel
I walk inside the mall and I'm binded it by the belts, Chanel
Hit my cellphone, private missus going ham, Chanel
I'm in love with bau maine, bam
Overseas in Paris main I got a bau maine
55 thousand dollars sitting on my tat
If it ain't a g, bitch I gotta send it back
Riding through the hood in an ammo call it flat
Hieroglyphic jewelry and it look like artifact
I'm in love with Chanel, all my fucking jewelry shinning hard you can tell
They gon' sit and getting bars like you sitting in the cell
Flipping different cards like oh my God I'm in here
[Hook:]
I'm in love with Chanel, all these gold rings on my fingers you can tell
I'm in love with Chanel, all these gold chains round my neck, you can tell
I'm in love with Chanel, coco, I'm in love with Chanel, coco
I'm in love with Chanel, coco, I'm in love with Chanel, coco
I'm in love with Chanel, coco, I'm in love with Chanel, coco coco
[Verse 2:]
Shawty wanna turn up, she know that I'm poppin
In the vip, Chanel what I'm rocking
Gucci red bottoms and a bat for an auction
2012 racks with my pockets on sloppy
Pizza with the topping, soulja boy gwapping
Lamborghini pedal to the metal, no stopping, I'm gone
I'm in love for coco, riding through the hood and I'm watching for coco
Catch me in the hood with that dark black 44
Nigga talk down put his body on the floor so
Shout out to MK main that's my bro bro
Riding through the hood and you already know
And I made this beat
[Hook:]
I'm in love with Chanel, all these gold rings on my fingers you can tell
I'm in love with Chanel, all these gold chains round my neck, you can tell
I'm in love with Chanel, coco, I'm in love with Chanel, coco
I'm in love with Chanel, coco, I'm in love with Chanel, coco
I'm in love with Chanel, coco, I'm in love with Chanel, coco coco
Do your dance
[Hook:]
I'm in love with Chanel, all these gold rings on my fingers you can tell
I'm in love with Chanel, all these gold chains round my neck, you can tell
I'm in love with Chanel, coco, I'm in love with Chanel, coco
I'm in love with Chanel, coco, I'm in love with Chanel, coco
I'm in love with Chanel, coco, I'm in love with Chanel, coco coco
[Verse 1:]
I'm in love with Chanel, all these gold rings on my fingers you can't tell, Chanel
I walk inside the mall and I'm binded it by the belts, Chanel
Hit my cellphone, private missus going ham, Chanel
I'm in love with bau maine, bam
Overseas in Paris main I got a bau maine
55 thousand dollars sitting on my tat
If it ain't a g, bitch I gotta send it back
Riding through the hood in an ammo call it flat
Hieroglyphic jewelry and it look like artifact
I'm in love with Chanel, all my fucking jewelry shinning hard you can tell
They gon' sit and getting bars like you sitting in the cell
Flipping different cards like oh my God I'm in here
[Hook:]
I'm in love with Chanel, all these gold rings on my fingers you can tell
I'm in love with Chanel, all these gold chains round my neck, you can tell
I'm in love with Chanel, coco, I'm in love with Chanel, coco
I'm in love with Chanel, coco, I'm in love with Chanel, coco
I'm in love with Chanel, coco, I'm in love with Chanel, coco coco
[Verse 2:]
Shawty wanna turn up, she know that I'm poppin
In the vip, Chanel what I'm rocking
Gucci red bottoms and a bat for an auction
2012 racks with my pockets on sloppy
Pizza with the topping, soulja boy gwapping
Lamborghini pedal to the metal, no stopping, I'm gone
I'm in love for coco, riding through the hood and I'm watching for coco
Catch me in the hood with that dark black 44
Nigga talk down put his body on the floor so
Shout out to MK main that's my bro bro
Riding through the hood and you already know
And I made this beat
[Hook:]
I'm in love with Chanel, all these gold rings on my fingers you can tell
I'm in love with Chanel, all these gold chains round my neck, you can tell
I'm in love with Chanel, coco, I'm in love with Chanel, coco
I'm in love with Chanel, coco, I'm in love with Chanel, coco
I'm in love with Chanel, coco, I'm in love with Chanel, coco coco
Do your dance
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