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"Everybody Hoe"
(feat. Sean Kingston)
[Intro: Soulja boy]
Rich Gang Soulja Boy
That's not your girlfriend
That's everybody ho
Yeah
I say yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah oh yeah
That nigga too dizzy
[Hook: Sean Kingston]
See I love to Smoke Dope
But keep it on the low
That's not your girlfriend
That's everybody's ho
Everybody ho [x2]
That's not your girlfriend
That's everybody's ho
Everybody ho [x2]
That's not your girlfriend no
See that's everybody's ho
Everybody's ho
That's not your girlfriend no
[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Oh that's your girl [?]
Well I ain't even know it
100k on my neck
You know I had to blow it
I pour it up, I hopped out, I walked in
I spent the gwap
Then I bought a parking lot
See That's not your girl
She was with my brother
She was with my homie
And she was with my cousin
Damn I'm the man
I got bands
Let me tell you who I am
S.O.U.L.J.A B.O.Y
I'm so fresh, I'm so clean, I'm so fly
I smoke kush high
G6.5
Damn Soulja Boy fly
Man that's not your girl, That's not your wife
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
You see I love to smoke dope
Keep it on the low
That's not your girlfriend
That's everbody's ho [x2]
See that's everybody's ho
And you niggas really slow
And you must be [?]
This shit that we ain't on
She say on the phone
Blowin'up my phone
In front of my home
Girl leave me alone
I said girl leave me alone
See that girl is not your girl right there
You see that girl is not loyal right there
Cause I've seen her with my patnas
She low down dirty skeezer
Rich Gang
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Everybody's Ho (many times)
(feat. Sean Kingston)
[Intro: Soulja boy]
Rich Gang Soulja Boy
That's not your girlfriend
That's everybody ho
Yeah
I say yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah oh yeah
That nigga too dizzy
[Hook: Sean Kingston]
See I love to Smoke Dope
But keep it on the low
That's not your girlfriend
That's everybody's ho
Everybody ho [x2]
That's not your girlfriend
That's everybody's ho
Everybody ho [x2]
That's not your girlfriend no
See that's everybody's ho
Everybody's ho
That's not your girlfriend no
[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Oh that's your girl [?]
Well I ain't even know it
100k on my neck
You know I had to blow it
I pour it up, I hopped out, I walked in
I spent the gwap
Then I bought a parking lot
See That's not your girl
She was with my brother
She was with my homie
And she was with my cousin
Damn I'm the man
I got bands
Let me tell you who I am
S.O.U.L.J.A B.O.Y
I'm so fresh, I'm so clean, I'm so fly
I smoke kush high
G6.5
Damn Soulja Boy fly
Man that's not your girl, That's not your wife
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
You see I love to smoke dope
Keep it on the low
That's not your girlfriend
That's everbody's ho [x2]
See that's everybody's ho
And you niggas really slow
And you must be [?]
This shit that we ain't on
She say on the phone
Blowin'up my phone
In front of my home
Girl leave me alone
I said girl leave me alone
See that girl is not your girl right there
You see that girl is not loyal right there
Cause I've seen her with my patnas
She low down dirty skeezer
Rich Gang
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Everybody's Ho (many times)
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Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
"Everything New"
(from "Foreign" mixtape)
[Hook:]
I want everything new, I want everything new
I need everything new, I want everything new
I need everything new, I want everything new
I need everything new, I want everything new
I need everything new, I need everything new
(I want) Everything new, (I want) Everything new
(I need) Everything new, (I need) Everything new
(I want) Everything new, (I want) Everything new
(I need) Everything new, (I need) Everything new
(I want) Everything new, (I want) Everything new
(I need) Everything new, (I need) Everything new
(I want) Everything new, (I want) Everything new
[Verse 1:]
I need everything new, pull up Bentley coupe
Call up my jeweler, Slick Rick Derula
Call up him now, it's hunnid cash out
50 times 10, my girl the team
All going in, no telling how much I'm a spend
Big ass Phantom with a lil nigga getting in
VIP pop bottles every night you know it
Hunnid K cash, and one less Soulja Boy throw it
I need everything new, if it's old take it back
Hunnid K in one day
Snatched it up at the trap
No my nigga keep the steps
Get back here, get clapped
Ride round with them crap
See my nigga makin stacks
[Hook:]
I want everything new, I want everything new
I need everything new, I want everything new
I need everything new, I want everything new
I need everything new, I want everything new
I need everything new, I need everything new
(I want) Everything new, (I want) Everything new
(I need) Everything new, (I need) Everything new
(I want) Everything new, (I want) Everything new
(I need) Everything new, (I need) Everything new
(I want) Everything new, (I want) Everything new
(I need) Everything new, (I need) Everything new
(I want) Everything new, (I want) Everything new
[Verse 2:]
Niggas ain't shit, bitches ain't shit
Ride around with my pistol, nigga get hit
Stackin up my grip, flexin on my jet
You niggas know what's up, a mansion on my neck
Condo on my wrist, a yacht in my ears
Gucci on my face, tattoo on my teels
Real nigga yea, young niggas in this bitch
Catch me in the club, pouring up criss
Young nigga gon stay, fuck what you heard
Fuck what you thought, my nigga sip syrup
My nigga flip birds, cash out on vex
Foreign cars, tatted broads and a fuckin private jet
I want everything new, I want everything new
I need everything new, I want everything new
I need everything new, I want everything new
I need everything new, I want everything new
I need everything new, I want everything new
I need everything new, I want everything new
I need everything new, I want everything new
(from "Foreign" mixtape)
[Hook:]
I want everything new, I want everything new
I need everything new, I want everything new
I need everything new, I want everything new
I need everything new, I want everything new
I need everything new, I need everything new
(I want) Everything new, (I want) Everything new
(I need) Everything new, (I need) Everything new
(I want) Everything new, (I want) Everything new
(I need) Everything new, (I need) Everything new
(I want) Everything new, (I want) Everything new
(I need) Everything new, (I need) Everything new
(I want) Everything new, (I want) Everything new
[Verse 1:]
I need everything new, pull up Bentley coupe
Call up my jeweler, Slick Rick Derula
Call up him now, it's hunnid cash out
50 times 10, my girl the team
All going in, no telling how much I'm a spend
Big ass Phantom with a lil nigga getting in
VIP pop bottles every night you know it
Hunnid K cash, and one less Soulja Boy throw it
I need everything new, if it's old take it back
Hunnid K in one day
Snatched it up at the trap
No my nigga keep the steps
Get back here, get clapped
Ride round with them crap
See my nigga makin stacks
[Hook:]
I want everything new, I want everything new
I need everything new, I want everything new
I need everything new, I want everything new
I need everything new, I want everything new
I need everything new, I need everything new
(I want) Everything new, (I want) Everything new
(I need) Everything new, (I need) Everything new
(I want) Everything new, (I want) Everything new
(I need) Everything new, (I need) Everything new
(I want) Everything new, (I want) Everything new
(I need) Everything new, (I need) Everything new
(I want) Everything new, (I want) Everything new
[Verse 2:]
Niggas ain't shit, bitches ain't shit
Ride around with my pistol, nigga get hit
Stackin up my grip, flexin on my jet
You niggas know what's up, a mansion on my neck
Condo on my wrist, a yacht in my ears
Gucci on my face, tattoo on my teels
Real nigga yea, young niggas in this bitch
Catch me in the club, pouring up criss
Young nigga gon stay, fuck what you heard
Fuck what you thought, my nigga sip syrup
My nigga flip birds, cash out on vex
Foreign cars, tatted broads and a fuckin private jet
I want everything new, I want everything new
I need everything new, I want everything new
I need everything new, I want everything new
I need everything new, I want everything new
I need everything new, I want everything new
I need everything new, I want everything new
I need everything new, I want everything new
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Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
"Extraterrestrial"
[Hook:]
They gone get the best of me
SOD that's the recipe
Know that I got it
Stacking all my revenue
Getting money that's what you better do
I'm out of space extraterrestrial
I'm out of space extraterrestrial
[Verse 1:]
I'm out of space in my spaceship
I do what I want this the life bitch
Man I throw a party
A pool party I throw a pool party
She rolling off a molly
I'm grinding in shawty
I'm stacking and I'm guaping
SOD that's nothing stopping
I gotta go hard on every check I got on that cash shit so you know that I'm the man
I got the crown on my head 'cause I feel like the king on the throne you heard what I say
I'm in the club with a whole check
I blow fifty bands in one day
On the left side I got like 100 stacks
On the right side I got like 100 bands
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
We hit the mall and we go through them bands 'cause I'm balling you heard what a nigga say
I got this cash on this cash on this island this private jet lean sipping actavis
I do my thing when I swerve man you know what it is man my campaign's winning
And I throw a pool party yeah I throw a pool party and the models is swimming
I got nothing but polo on, I got nothing but polo on
So fresh texting on her phone, white car had them bands and a movie on
Turning on the radio
Skate across the stage I'm performing in the stadium
Then a nigga paid, ball like in a gymnasium
[?] so loud all the [?] we taking them
[Hook]
[Bridge:]
I'm pulling up, double cup and it's stupid stupid dark
My whole city yeah were turning up
In the club were throwing money
Making it rain
It's raining [x6]
Raining and pouring
The money fall from the above while we all in the club
It's raining and pouring
Raining and pouring
[Verse 3:]
Now when I walk up in the club it's a movie on site
Got ten cameras pointing at me with them flashlights
Got so much ice, I done brought the bands out
Pull up in Ferrari when the yellow comes out
Bring the [?] comes out
It's an early scene
I need yellow taped wrapped around the front of magazine
I've been stunting so damn hard, did it for the streets
West side we did it all ones we getting it
[Hook:]
They gone get the best of me
SOD that's the recipe
Know that I got it
Stacking all my revenue
Getting money that's what you better do
I'm out of space extraterrestrial
I'm out of space extraterrestrial
[Verse 1:]
I'm out of space in my spaceship
I do what I want this the life bitch
Man I throw a party
A pool party I throw a pool party
She rolling off a molly
I'm grinding in shawty
I'm stacking and I'm guaping
SOD that's nothing stopping
I gotta go hard on every check I got on that cash shit so you know that I'm the man
I got the crown on my head 'cause I feel like the king on the throne you heard what I say
I'm in the club with a whole check
I blow fifty bands in one day
On the left side I got like 100 stacks
On the right side I got like 100 bands
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
We hit the mall and we go through them bands 'cause I'm balling you heard what a nigga say
I got this cash on this cash on this island this private jet lean sipping actavis
I do my thing when I swerve man you know what it is man my campaign's winning
And I throw a pool party yeah I throw a pool party and the models is swimming
I got nothing but polo on, I got nothing but polo on
So fresh texting on her phone, white car had them bands and a movie on
Turning on the radio
Skate across the stage I'm performing in the stadium
Then a nigga paid, ball like in a gymnasium
[?] so loud all the [?] we taking them
[Hook]
[Bridge:]
I'm pulling up, double cup and it's stupid stupid dark
My whole city yeah were turning up
In the club were throwing money
Making it rain
It's raining [x6]
Raining and pouring
The money fall from the above while we all in the club
It's raining and pouring
Raining and pouring
[Verse 3:]
Now when I walk up in the club it's a movie on site
Got ten cameras pointing at me with them flashlights
Got so much ice, I done brought the bands out
Pull up in Ferrari when the yellow comes out
Bring the [?] comes out
It's an early scene
I need yellow taped wrapped around the front of magazine
I've been stunting so damn hard, did it for the streets
West side we did it all ones we getting it
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Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
"Fire Flame"
That nigga too dizzy
Man touch down on the plane
Everybody in my hood know my damn name
Sod rich gang and we off the chain
Pull up to the hood in a mini fire flame
In that fire flame, in that fire flame
Everybody round the world know my name
Yeah I had em touch down on the plane
In that fire flame, in that fire flame
Yeah they know my name, had 10 birds so it's down on the plane
Hoppin out that Porsche like there he go again
Young soulja boy bitch I rep that rich gang
Your girl know my name, pedal from the thang
That shit thought you a stand
Yeah I switch lanes, yeah I spit flames
360 game he going in a hurricane
Soulja boy my name, and I have 5 bricks swear of that cane
Had a brick of molly, aquafina and 2 thangs
Hoppin out that 2 seater, I'm off the chain, swag
Young soulja boy all I spit is fire flame
Yeah I had em touch down on the plane
Everybody in my hood know my damn name
Sod rich gang and we off the chain
Pull up to the hood in a mini fire flame
In that fire flame, in that fire flame
In that fire flame, in that fire flame
Yeah I had em touch down on the plane
Everybody in my fucking hood know my name
In that fire flame, 50 on my rang
Touch down on that g6, that's the plan
Sod rich gang we do not complain
Got 6 whips and I coped the new chain
Big money bag, keep a louie flag
Dark glock 40 make my pants sag
Make a phone call, I'm gonn get 2 mill today
Call my hitter up, my nigga killa jay
I'm riding in that whip, bitches on my dick
I'm the shit, king soulja, no liquor I can't sip
Hold about the rarri with that thang on my hip
Yeah I had em touch down on the plane, on a trip
Yeah I had em touch down on the plane
Everybody in my hood know my damn name
Sod rich gang and we off the chain
Pull up to the hood in a mini fire flame
In that fire flame, in that fire flame
In that fire flame, in that fire flame
Yeah I had em touch down on the plane
Everybody in my fucking hood know my name
In that fire flame.
That nigga too dizzy
Man touch down on the plane
Everybody in my hood know my damn name
Sod rich gang and we off the chain
Pull up to the hood in a mini fire flame
In that fire flame, in that fire flame
Everybody round the world know my name
Yeah I had em touch down on the plane
In that fire flame, in that fire flame
Yeah they know my name, had 10 birds so it's down on the plane
Hoppin out that Porsche like there he go again
Young soulja boy bitch I rep that rich gang
Your girl know my name, pedal from the thang
That shit thought you a stand
Yeah I switch lanes, yeah I spit flames
360 game he going in a hurricane
Soulja boy my name, and I have 5 bricks swear of that cane
Had a brick of molly, aquafina and 2 thangs
Hoppin out that 2 seater, I'm off the chain, swag
Young soulja boy all I spit is fire flame
Yeah I had em touch down on the plane
Everybody in my hood know my damn name
Sod rich gang and we off the chain
Pull up to the hood in a mini fire flame
In that fire flame, in that fire flame
In that fire flame, in that fire flame
Yeah I had em touch down on the plane
Everybody in my fucking hood know my name
In that fire flame, 50 on my rang
Touch down on that g6, that's the plan
Sod rich gang we do not complain
Got 6 whips and I coped the new chain
Big money bag, keep a louie flag
Dark glock 40 make my pants sag
Make a phone call, I'm gonn get 2 mill today
Call my hitter up, my nigga killa jay
I'm riding in that whip, bitches on my dick
I'm the shit, king soulja, no liquor I can't sip
Hold about the rarri with that thang on my hip
Yeah I had em touch down on the plane, on a trip
Yeah I had em touch down on the plane
Everybody in my hood know my damn name
Sod rich gang and we off the chain
Pull up to the hood in a mini fire flame
In that fire flame, in that fire flame
In that fire flame, in that fire flame
Yeah I had em touch down on the plane
Everybody in my fucking hood know my name
In that fire flame.
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Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
"First Day Of School"
Hat goin match my shoe
Shirt goin match my belt
Man I be so fly, I can't help my self
Yea freshest in the class, freshest in the school
And I bet I dress every day like it first day of school yea. [3x]
That boy there be clean and that boy that be fresh and that boy be seen and that got on dimes boy
And that boy that be fresh that boy that smell like coburr that boy there he clean that boy right there he turned up
That boy that boy be clean that boy that boy be fresh that boy that boy swaggin they cant help that boy he got that pretty boy swag
He got them girls goin crazy Gucci served polo draw aww man he crazy
That boy that be fresh that boy that be clean man that boy he rocked them J's that you ain't never seen
Man that boy be fresh that boy there be clean soulja boy that boy that got the fresh you've ever seen first day
Hat goin match my shoe
Shirt goin match my belt
Man I be so fly, I can't help my self
Yea freshest in the class, freshest in the school
And I bet I dress every day like it first day of school yea. [3x]
What they do soulja?
Man they tried to jock my swagg soulja boy duplicate can I get that back
Freshest in the class yea I know they hatin cleanest nigga in the school class 08'
I swear it soulja, boy I told ya back then when I was in South Panola
I did days drive top in my rova I hate to say it but god damn I took ova Sbeezy.
Hat goin match my shoe
Shirt goin match my belt
Man I be so fly, I can't help my self
Yea freshest in the class freshest in the school
And I bet I dress every day like it first day of school yea. [3x]
Hat goin match my shoe
Shirt goin match my belt
Man I be so fly, I can't help my self
Yea freshest in the class, freshest in the school
And I bet I dress every day like it first day of school yea. [3x]
That boy there be clean and that boy that be fresh and that boy be seen and that got on dimes boy
And that boy that be fresh that boy that smell like coburr that boy there he clean that boy right there he turned up
That boy that boy be clean that boy that boy be fresh that boy that boy swaggin they cant help that boy he got that pretty boy swag
He got them girls goin crazy Gucci served polo draw aww man he crazy
That boy that be fresh that boy that be clean man that boy he rocked them J's that you ain't never seen
Man that boy be fresh that boy there be clean soulja boy that boy that got the fresh you've ever seen first day
Hat goin match my shoe
Shirt goin match my belt
Man I be so fly, I can't help my self
Yea freshest in the class, freshest in the school
And I bet I dress every day like it first day of school yea. [3x]
What they do soulja?
Man they tried to jock my swagg soulja boy duplicate can I get that back
Freshest in the class yea I know they hatin cleanest nigga in the school class 08'
I swear it soulja, boy I told ya back then when I was in South Panola
I did days drive top in my rova I hate to say it but god damn I took ova Sbeezy.
Hat goin match my shoe
Shirt goin match my belt
Man I be so fly, I can't help my self
Yea freshest in the class freshest in the school
And I bet I dress every day like it first day of school yea. [3x]
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Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
"Flexin"
Shorty she my fan, met er on Instagram
Shorty she my fan, met er on Instagram
I go crazy with that set, wutchu know about it?
I go crazy with that check, wutchu know about it?
Time to make all them bitches weird, wutchu know about it?
Wutchu know about it? Wutchu know about it?
Wutchu know about it? Wutchu know about it?
Wutchu know about it? Wutchu know about it?
Wutchu know about it? Wutchu know about it?
I go crazy, I go crazy
Turn up, turn up, turn up
Pullin up, fresh as fuck from head to toe
Goddamn, Soulja Boy done stole yo ho
I hit the stage, 30 deep we going in
I done made it rain, I'm spillin gin
Poured up in the cup, I got dirty Sprite
Wavy sippin on this lean all day and night
Splash smoking on this kush, got me feelin right (I'm gone)
Choppa in the closet, you don't wanna fight (salute)
Niggas getting mad cause we steady guapin
SOD, Money Gang, it ain't no stopping
And these niggas getting mad cause they shit floppin
And they niggas getting mad cause they bitch jokin
Pulled up to the club, I got her pussy poppin
You's a goon, bust a goon to a fuckin garbage
SOD Gang, we got no problems
Ye ain't worried, ain't worried, we ain't got no problems
Pulled up to the club and a nigga flexin
Pulled up to the trap and a nigga flexin
Everywhere I go, young nigga flexin
Yo bitch on me, she won't stop textin
Yea, I'm flexin, I'm flexin, yea I'm flexin
Yea I'm flexin, yea I'm flexin
Top down, riding fast, yea yea I'm flexin
Top down, going crazy, hell yea I'm flexin
Yea I'm flexin, 50 on my necklace
Wutchu sayin? Bottles in my session
Bitches everywhere, kush everywhere
Money everywhere, Swerve off in McLaren
Damn Dre guap, Dre rodeo show
Hundred K on every day, that's what I call guap
This shit won't stop, yo bitch won't stop textin
Everybody I wake up and I'm flexin
Yea I'm flexin, yea I'm flexin
Yea I'm flexin, yea I'm flexin
Top down, going crazy, hell yea I'm flexin
Top down, driving fast, hell yea I'm flexin
Yea I'm flexin, yea I'm flexin
Yea I'm flexin, yea I'm flexin
Top down, going fast, hell yea I'm flexin
Top down, going crazy, yea I'm Soulja flexin
Pull up to the trap, I make one call
Walk inside the mall and I close the door
Hunnids in my pocket, yea we love to ball
Hell yea, Soulja ball til he fall
Got them 30's on me if you wanna play
If you wanna play, shoot that nigga in his face
Ridin through my city like a fuckin race
Swerving through my city with that Louie case
Okay
Shorty she my fan, met er on Instagram
Shorty she my fan, met er on Instagram
I go crazy with that set, wutchu know about it?
I go crazy with that check, wutchu know about it?
Time to make all them bitches weird, wutchu know about it?
Wutchu know about it? Wutchu know about it?
Wutchu know about it? Wutchu know about it?
Wutchu know about it? Wutchu know about it?
Wutchu know about it? Wutchu know about it?
I go crazy, I go crazy
Turn up, turn up, turn up
Pullin up, fresh as fuck from head to toe
Goddamn, Soulja Boy done stole yo ho
I hit the stage, 30 deep we going in
I done made it rain, I'm spillin gin
Poured up in the cup, I got dirty Sprite
Wavy sippin on this lean all day and night
Splash smoking on this kush, got me feelin right (I'm gone)
Choppa in the closet, you don't wanna fight (salute)
Niggas getting mad cause we steady guapin
SOD, Money Gang, it ain't no stopping
And these niggas getting mad cause they shit floppin
And they niggas getting mad cause they bitch jokin
Pulled up to the club, I got her pussy poppin
You's a goon, bust a goon to a fuckin garbage
SOD Gang, we got no problems
Ye ain't worried, ain't worried, we ain't got no problems
Pulled up to the club and a nigga flexin
Pulled up to the trap and a nigga flexin
Everywhere I go, young nigga flexin
Yo bitch on me, she won't stop textin
Yea, I'm flexin, I'm flexin, yea I'm flexin
Yea I'm flexin, yea I'm flexin
Top down, riding fast, yea yea I'm flexin
Top down, going crazy, hell yea I'm flexin
Yea I'm flexin, 50 on my necklace
Wutchu sayin? Bottles in my session
Bitches everywhere, kush everywhere
Money everywhere, Swerve off in McLaren
Damn Dre guap, Dre rodeo show
Hundred K on every day, that's what I call guap
This shit won't stop, yo bitch won't stop textin
Everybody I wake up and I'm flexin
Yea I'm flexin, yea I'm flexin
Yea I'm flexin, yea I'm flexin
Top down, going crazy, hell yea I'm flexin
Top down, driving fast, hell yea I'm flexin
Yea I'm flexin, yea I'm flexin
Yea I'm flexin, yea I'm flexin
Top down, going fast, hell yea I'm flexin
Top down, going crazy, yea I'm Soulja flexin
Pull up to the trap, I make one call
Walk inside the mall and I close the door
Hunnids in my pocket, yea we love to ball
Hell yea, Soulja ball til he fall
Got them 30's on me if you wanna play
If you wanna play, shoot that nigga in his face
Ridin through my city like a fuckin race
Swerving through my city with that Louie case
Okay
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Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
"For A Minute"
Yo
Yo, yo
I’m as Beezy
As Beezy
Bitch, bitch, bitch
Money Gang
For a minute, for a minute
For a minute, I been doin this for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
For a minute, I been doin this for a minute
I been getting money for a minute
I been grinding hard for a minute
I been killing niggas for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
My name been Soulja for a minute
I been riding round in Rovers for a minute
I been killing niggas for a minute
And I been making millions for a minute
I blast on any nigga for the millions
SOD the clique, we in these buildings
These niggas hatin on us, we don’t feel them
AK on decks, we a drill em
I’ve been smoking loud for a minute
Pull up and you know my windows tinted
You niggas broke, man that’s why your car is rented
I’m going H.A.M, I been going H.A.M for a minute (bitch)
For a minute, for a minute
For a minute, I been doin this for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
For a minute, I been doin this for a minute
I been getting money for a minute
I been grinding hard for a minute
I been killing niggas for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
I been in the hood for a minute
I been grinding hard for a ticket
I made a million dollars at 17
You know I made it flip like a trampoline
I’ve been doing this for a minute
I pull up in red Bentley
Niggas talkin, can’t fuck with me
Bitch I pull up and all senses deeper
And everybody is stacking cheese
Stacks on deck!
AK-2 his fucking neck
Got a Rollie on my ride
I’ve been rich since I robbed my connect
For a minute, for a minute
For a minute, I been doin this for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
For a minute, I been doin this for a minute
I been getting money for a minute
I been grinding hard for a minute
I been killing niggas for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
Yo
Yo, yo
I’m as Beezy
As Beezy
Bitch, bitch, bitch
Money Gang
For a minute, for a minute
For a minute, I been doin this for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
For a minute, I been doin this for a minute
I been getting money for a minute
I been grinding hard for a minute
I been killing niggas for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
My name been Soulja for a minute
I been riding round in Rovers for a minute
I been killing niggas for a minute
And I been making millions for a minute
I blast on any nigga for the millions
SOD the clique, we in these buildings
These niggas hatin on us, we don’t feel them
AK on decks, we a drill em
I’ve been smoking loud for a minute
Pull up and you know my windows tinted
You niggas broke, man that’s why your car is rented
I’m going H.A.M, I been going H.A.M for a minute (bitch)
For a minute, for a minute
For a minute, I been doin this for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
For a minute, I been doin this for a minute
I been getting money for a minute
I been grinding hard for a minute
I been killing niggas for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
I been in the hood for a minute
I been grinding hard for a ticket
I made a million dollars at 17
You know I made it flip like a trampoline
I’ve been doing this for a minute
I pull up in red Bentley
Niggas talkin, can’t fuck with me
Bitch I pull up and all senses deeper
And everybody is stacking cheese
Stacks on deck!
AK-2 his fucking neck
Got a Rollie on my ride
I’ve been rich since I robbed my connect
For a minute, for a minute
For a minute, I been doin this for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
For a minute, I been doin this for a minute
I been getting money for a minute
I been grinding hard for a minute
I been killing niggas for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
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Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
"Fly"
[Intro:]
Life (when I be so)
You know livin life (when I be so high)
(When I be so fly, when I be)
Travellin across the world
(Flyest on the planet Earth)
(The flyest on the planet Earth)
(The flyest on the planet Earth, I'm up in the clouds)
You know it, inspiring, the youth
(I be so fresh to death, I be so fresh to death)
(I be so fresh to death, yeah I'm in the sky)
You know watching dreams come true
(I'm in the sky right now, I'm in the sky right now)
(I'm in the sky right now and I'm not comin down)
Life is, y'know, so amazing y'know
(Most dreams just fade away, grow wings and I fly away)
A lot of different thoughts
(Both spread and I fly away, wings spread and I fly away)
Man I'm posed with the Polo shirt
G5 so fly with the Polo work
Man it's me young Beezy I'm on that grind
Yeah it's S Beezy my time to shine
Yeah 2010 yeah that's my year
2011 yeah that's my year
2012 13 and 14 and 15
16, 17, yeah 18 I'm here
Yeah it's young Soulja TellEm I spit that crack
I put it in the bag and I make that sale
Young Soulja TellEm yeah I give them hell
And I'm fly on the sea man where's my shell?
I'm here, young Soulja man I tell 'em that
Back to the wall and I still fight back
Hit the microphone and I spit that crack
I tell my young boys that I got that back
Yeah
[Interlude:]
You know just livin and, breathin and seein (when I be so)
Just learnin every day (when I be so high)
(When I be so fly, when I be)
Life experiences, love
(Flyest on the planet Earth)
(The flyest on the planet Earth)
(The flyest on the planet Earth, I'm up in the clouds)
You know who do you trust?
(I be so fresh to death, I be so fresh to death)
(I be so fresh to death, yeah I'm in the sky)
You know what do you believe?
(I'm in the sky right now, I'm in the sky right now)
(I'm in the sky right now and I'm not comin down)
Y'know just livin and, thinkin
(Most dreams just fade away, grow wings and I fly away)
Throughout the world
(Both spread and I fly away, wings spread and I fly away)
Word to the world like a gift like Claus
Put my hand on the bible put a verse to God
Treat a hater like a pistol then I go and erase him
One thing that I know I can face anything
Young Soulja TellEm let my fuckin jewelry bling
See me on the TV screen I'm doin things
If I don't do nuttin I'ma live this life
I'm tellin f'real this not just hype
I'm tellin you I didn't just move that white
I'm tellin you I had it up all night
I'm tellin you everything I spit is real
I'm tellin you man, fuck how you feel
Yah, not weak I'm strong
Young S Beezy like King Kong
Young S Beezy see yo' girl thong
Take yo' girl home and then let yo' girl bone
It's me
[Outro:]
Livin and seein through my eyes (when I be so...)
Every day, is a different chapter (when I be so high)
(When I be so fly, when I be)
Every day is a different page in my book
I call it life (flyest on the planet Earth)
(The flyest on the planet Earth)
(The flyest on the planet Earth, I'm up in the clouds)
(I be so fresh to death, I be so fresh to death)
Right now I'm to a cloud
(I be so fresh to death, yeah I'm the sky)
Y'know I'm lovin what I do
(I'm in the sky right now, I'm in the sky right now)
(I'm in the sky right now and I'm not comin down)
Amazing, this a dream one good dream
(Most dreams just fade away, grow wings and I fly away)
(Both spread and I fly away, wings spread and I fly away)
Life, Dre, y'know
Just doin my lil' thang
[Intro:]
Life (when I be so)
You know livin life (when I be so high)
(When I be so fly, when I be)
Travellin across the world
(Flyest on the planet Earth)
(The flyest on the planet Earth)
(The flyest on the planet Earth, I'm up in the clouds)
You know it, inspiring, the youth
(I be so fresh to death, I be so fresh to death)
(I be so fresh to death, yeah I'm in the sky)
You know watching dreams come true
(I'm in the sky right now, I'm in the sky right now)
(I'm in the sky right now and I'm not comin down)
Life is, y'know, so amazing y'know
(Most dreams just fade away, grow wings and I fly away)
A lot of different thoughts
(Both spread and I fly away, wings spread and I fly away)
Man I'm posed with the Polo shirt
G5 so fly with the Polo work
Man it's me young Beezy I'm on that grind
Yeah it's S Beezy my time to shine
Yeah 2010 yeah that's my year
2011 yeah that's my year
2012 13 and 14 and 15
16, 17, yeah 18 I'm here
Yeah it's young Soulja TellEm I spit that crack
I put it in the bag and I make that sale
Young Soulja TellEm yeah I give them hell
And I'm fly on the sea man where's my shell?
I'm here, young Soulja man I tell 'em that
Back to the wall and I still fight back
Hit the microphone and I spit that crack
I tell my young boys that I got that back
Yeah
[Interlude:]
You know just livin and, breathin and seein (when I be so)
Just learnin every day (when I be so high)
(When I be so fly, when I be)
Life experiences, love
(Flyest on the planet Earth)
(The flyest on the planet Earth)
(The flyest on the planet Earth, I'm up in the clouds)
You know who do you trust?
(I be so fresh to death, I be so fresh to death)
(I be so fresh to death, yeah I'm in the sky)
You know what do you believe?
(I'm in the sky right now, I'm in the sky right now)
(I'm in the sky right now and I'm not comin down)
Y'know just livin and, thinkin
(Most dreams just fade away, grow wings and I fly away)
Throughout the world
(Both spread and I fly away, wings spread and I fly away)
Word to the world like a gift like Claus
Put my hand on the bible put a verse to God
Treat a hater like a pistol then I go and erase him
One thing that I know I can face anything
Young Soulja TellEm let my fuckin jewelry bling
See me on the TV screen I'm doin things
If I don't do nuttin I'ma live this life
I'm tellin f'real this not just hype
I'm tellin you I didn't just move that white
I'm tellin you I had it up all night
I'm tellin you everything I spit is real
I'm tellin you man, fuck how you feel
Yah, not weak I'm strong
Young S Beezy like King Kong
Young S Beezy see yo' girl thong
Take yo' girl home and then let yo' girl bone
It's me
[Outro:]
Livin and seein through my eyes (when I be so...)
Every day, is a different chapter (when I be so high)
(When I be so fly, when I be)
Every day is a different page in my book
I call it life (flyest on the planet Earth)
(The flyest on the planet Earth)
(The flyest on the planet Earth, I'm up in the clouds)
(I be so fresh to death, I be so fresh to death)
Right now I'm to a cloud
(I be so fresh to death, yeah I'm the sky)
Y'know I'm lovin what I do
(I'm in the sky right now, I'm in the sky right now)
(I'm in the sky right now and I'm not comin down)
Amazing, this a dream one good dream
(Most dreams just fade away, grow wings and I fly away)
(Both spread and I fly away, wings spread and I fly away)
Life, Dre, y'know
Just doin my lil' thang
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Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
"For My Money"
SOD (aye Soulja)
Stacks on deck (Soulja)
S dot Beezy (Soulja)
Millions
Ching ching ching ching ching
Been down the block, going crazy for my goddamn money
Goddamn money, for my goddamn...
Been down the block, going crazy for my goddamn money
For goddamn money, for my goddamn money money money
For my goddamn...
Been down the block, going crazy for my goddamn money money money
For my goddamn...
Been down the block, going crazy for my goddamn money
Been on the block and I got a hundred grand
In the kitchen whippin' up a hundred yams
Strip club, I done bust a hundred bands
Stacks on deck, hell yea we in demand
Going ham, streets going 8 shit
Pull up in that white thing, they goin' crazy
I'm talkin' 20-13, them places is crazy
My young niggas bullin' in that kush and they paid up
Everything paid, everything cashed
I need 25, so we whip the mess
So we with them girls, brought 'em in by Benz
Put them in the van and crack them in the back
It's time to party so we callin' out the freaks
Bein' down the block every day of the week
All music in the streets, all strapped in my chest
That it go out of flex
Flap a date, new finesse
Been down the block, going crazy for my goddamn money
Goddamn money, for my goddamn...
Been down the block, going crazy for my goddamn money
For goddamn money, for my goddamn money money money
For my goddamn...
Been down the block, going crazy for my goddamn money money money
For my goddamn...
Been down the block, going crazy for my goddamn money
Been down the block but it cashin'
Pull up to my partner but he talkin' 'bout where it gassin'
Pull up in the Porsche and we had the dizzy dash that
Call the spaceship and then nigga I'm a crash that
Rollin' up a bat of that kush and then I ash that
Lookin' at my jury hieroglyphic, it's all abstract
Young Dre, man I go hard, pull up candy paint
Yellow diamonds, shorty VIP
Now we anything
20 bottles later I'm on the pool table
Got like 25 3's and they ready and they able
I'm chilling and I'm wasted
Fuck nothing faded
Young ass nigga cashin' out in Las Vegas
It's whatever, tell him it's whatever
I got 55 bands, we can throw this shit whenever
Pull up and we flexin', yea yea we flexin'
But I've been down the block in the Maserati flex
Been down the block, going crazy for my goddamn money
Goddamn money, for my goddamn...
Been down the block, going crazy for my goddamn money
For goddamn money, for my goddamn money money money
For my goddamn...
Been down the block, going crazy for my goddamn money money money
For my goddamn...
Been down the block, going crazy for my goddamn money
Stacks on deck, bitch
Soulja
Where that motherfuckin' money?
Been down the block, going crazy for my goddamn...
For my goddamn money
Soulja
Swag
Swag
SOD (aye Soulja)
Stacks on deck (Soulja)
S dot Beezy (Soulja)
Millions
Ching ching ching ching ching
Been down the block, going crazy for my goddamn money
Goddamn money, for my goddamn...
Been down the block, going crazy for my goddamn money
For goddamn money, for my goddamn money money money
For my goddamn...
Been down the block, going crazy for my goddamn money money money
For my goddamn...
Been down the block, going crazy for my goddamn money
Been on the block and I got a hundred grand
In the kitchen whippin' up a hundred yams
Strip club, I done bust a hundred bands
Stacks on deck, hell yea we in demand
Going ham, streets going 8 shit
Pull up in that white thing, they goin' crazy
I'm talkin' 20-13, them places is crazy
My young niggas bullin' in that kush and they paid up
Everything paid, everything cashed
I need 25, so we whip the mess
So we with them girls, brought 'em in by Benz
Put them in the van and crack them in the back
It's time to party so we callin' out the freaks
Bein' down the block every day of the week
All music in the streets, all strapped in my chest
That it go out of flex
Flap a date, new finesse
Been down the block, going crazy for my goddamn money
Goddamn money, for my goddamn...
Been down the block, going crazy for my goddamn money
For goddamn money, for my goddamn money money money
For my goddamn...
Been down the block, going crazy for my goddamn money money money
For my goddamn...
Been down the block, going crazy for my goddamn money
Been down the block but it cashin'
Pull up to my partner but he talkin' 'bout where it gassin'
Pull up in the Porsche and we had the dizzy dash that
Call the spaceship and then nigga I'm a crash that
Rollin' up a bat of that kush and then I ash that
Lookin' at my jury hieroglyphic, it's all abstract
Young Dre, man I go hard, pull up candy paint
Yellow diamonds, shorty VIP
Now we anything
20 bottles later I'm on the pool table
Got like 25 3's and they ready and they able
I'm chilling and I'm wasted
Fuck nothing faded
Young ass nigga cashin' out in Las Vegas
It's whatever, tell him it's whatever
I got 55 bands, we can throw this shit whenever
Pull up and we flexin', yea yea we flexin'
But I've been down the block in the Maserati flex
Been down the block, going crazy for my goddamn money
Goddamn money, for my goddamn...
Been down the block, going crazy for my goddamn money
For goddamn money, for my goddamn money money money
For my goddamn...
Been down the block, going crazy for my goddamn money money money
For my goddamn...
Been down the block, going crazy for my goddamn money
Stacks on deck, bitch
Soulja
Where that motherfuckin' money?
Been down the block, going crazy for my goddamn...
For my goddamn money
Soulja
Swag
Swag
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Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
"Foreign"
I'm driving in a foreign
All aride this foreign
All aride this foreign
I'm driving in a foreign
Ye my car is foreign
Ye my car is foreign
I'm driving in a foreign
I'm riding in a foreign
I'm driving in a foreign
I'm riding in a foreign
I bought your car walk in the club
I got the party poppin'
My present ask me why I go so hard it ain't no stoppin
I need everything foreign I need alot of money pouring
We have never seen the el tore Soulja boy I got a fortune
We ain't playing, every car is foreign with 'em driving
Drifting left to right and everything snowing
I need every chain all my neck golden
I need every diamond in my ear frozen
Take off, take off, 3 2 1 let's race off
And my jet is about to take off
Take off, take off, 3 2 1 let's race off
And my jet is about to take off
I need everything foreign
Ye I'm riding foreign
Griding around in foreign
Alot of money is foreign
I need foreign, I need a foreign
Every car is foreign
Every girl is gorgeous
Money yea it's pouring
Cities ye I'm touring
I need everything foreign, foreign
I need everywhere foreign, foreign
You walk in the club bad bad boy
And I ain't looking everyone
Ain't nobody drive my style
I'm in the club I'm stupid high
I'm blowing kushie to the sky
Pour up, pour up
I'm a jury froze up
They see my car like hold up
See my car like slow up
It's nothing, ye I'm stuntin'
We gettin' money we don't do no frontin'
We all in or nothing
No talking, no drop your style so you walking
You rent this shit but I bought it
It's soulja telling me no audi
I pull up in this foreign
Overseas when I'm touring
It's foreign [x12]
I'm driving in a foreign
All aride this foreign
All aride this foreign
I'm driving in a foreign
Ye my car is foreign
Ye my car is foreign
I'm driving in a foreign
I'm riding in a foreign
I'm driving in a foreign
I'm riding in a foreign
I bought your car walk in the club
I got the party poppin'
My present ask me why I go so hard it ain't no stoppin
I need everything foreign I need alot of money pouring
We have never seen the el tore Soulja boy I got a fortune
We ain't playing, every car is foreign with 'em driving
Drifting left to right and everything snowing
I need every chain all my neck golden
I need every diamond in my ear frozen
Take off, take off, 3 2 1 let's race off
And my jet is about to take off
Take off, take off, 3 2 1 let's race off
And my jet is about to take off
I need everything foreign
Ye I'm riding foreign
Griding around in foreign
Alot of money is foreign
I need foreign, I need a foreign
Every car is foreign
Every girl is gorgeous
Money yea it's pouring
Cities ye I'm touring
I need everything foreign, foreign
I need everywhere foreign, foreign
You walk in the club bad bad boy
And I ain't looking everyone
Ain't nobody drive my style
I'm in the club I'm stupid high
I'm blowing kushie to the sky
Pour up, pour up
I'm a jury froze up
They see my car like hold up
See my car like slow up
It's nothing, ye I'm stuntin'
We gettin' money we don't do no frontin'
We all in or nothing
No talking, no drop your style so you walking
You rent this shit but I bought it
It's soulja telling me no audi
I pull up in this foreign
Overseas when I'm touring
It's foreign [x12]
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Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
"Foreign Cars"
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James,
I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James
Ridin with that 66, I'm LeBron James
Ridin with that 6, I'm LeBron James
Ridin with that 6, I'm LeBron James
Ridin with that 6, I'm LeBron James
Balling on you fuck niggas, you fuck niggas (don't know you) I know you suck
Catch me in the trap with no fuck
I can't be with the niggas, I can't deal with them
I stay off in some new Louie danced in em
Goddamn I'm paid, rich gang
Stacks on deck (stacks on deck), money game (money game)
I'm in the hood with bout 6 chains (with bout 6 chains)
Riding with that 6 I'm hard in the paint
James, swaggin like I'm James
10 gold chains, your bitch know my name, my name, my name
So much money off this plane
I'm in the trap, you know I'm sellin cane
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James,
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James
Ridin with that 6, I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James
Ridin with that 6, I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James
Ridin round the set, you know that I'm the king (king)
Iced out, got a brand new ring
You knowing what it be, niggas can't see me
Stacks on deck bitch, I'm repping SOD
Bitch I'm coming with that heat, leave you 6 feet deep
What you know bout Dre, jerk that k off in your face
I'm riding through the hood, Lambo juicy case
It's Soulja Boy for real, I flip that script I'm paid
Bitch call me James, you niggas lame
Coming through the hood, flat like Novocaine
Flexin on you lames, shitting on you lames
You fuck niggas broke, all my fucking niggas paid
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James,
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James
Ridin with that 6, I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James
Bitch I'm ridin with that 6, I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James (go go go go go)
Ball Scoo
Ball ball swerve shoot
Go
Aye shout to my nigga Lil Keese
Ball bitch, I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James nigga
Go go go go go (flex flex flex)
Scoo
2013 new Buggatti, 2012 Bentley
I'm LeBron James
Go go go
Young & Flexin nigga
Aye aye
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James,
I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James
Ridin with that 66, I'm LeBron James
Ridin with that 6, I'm LeBron James
Ridin with that 6, I'm LeBron James
Ridin with that 6, I'm LeBron James
Balling on you fuck niggas, you fuck niggas (don't know you) I know you suck
Catch me in the trap with no fuck
I can't be with the niggas, I can't deal with them
I stay off in some new Louie danced in em
Goddamn I'm paid, rich gang
Stacks on deck (stacks on deck), money game (money game)
I'm in the hood with bout 6 chains (with bout 6 chains)
Riding with that 6 I'm hard in the paint
James, swaggin like I'm James
10 gold chains, your bitch know my name, my name, my name
So much money off this plane
I'm in the trap, you know I'm sellin cane
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James,
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James
Ridin with that 6, I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James
Ridin with that 6, I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James
Ridin round the set, you know that I'm the king (king)
Iced out, got a brand new ring
You knowing what it be, niggas can't see me
Stacks on deck bitch, I'm repping SOD
Bitch I'm coming with that heat, leave you 6 feet deep
What you know bout Dre, jerk that k off in your face
I'm riding through the hood, Lambo juicy case
It's Soulja Boy for real, I flip that script I'm paid
Bitch call me James, you niggas lame
Coming through the hood, flat like Novocaine
Flexin on you lames, shitting on you lames
You fuck niggas broke, all my fucking niggas paid
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James,
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James
Ridin with that 6, I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James
Bitch I'm ridin with that 6, I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James (go go go go go)
Ball Scoo
Ball ball swerve shoot
Go
Aye shout to my nigga Lil Keese
Ball bitch, I'm LeBron James
I'm LeBron James, I'm LeBron James nigga
Go go go go go (flex flex flex)
Scoo
2013 new Buggatti, 2012 Bentley
I'm LeBron James
Go go go
Young & Flexin nigga
Aye aye
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Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
"Foreign Whip"
Pull up on the scene (ketchup)
Turn up
Pull up on the scene
Up on the scene, Pull up on the scene
Soulja, go about it in my hand
You know I'm ridin up man
SODMG
You know I' comin man
3000$ pair of shades on my face
Gold chain, gold wires
Rich Gang, SOD
Soulja Soulja Soulja Soulja Soulja
Turn up
I can cook the dope, I can cook it like it's nothing
Pull up to the club, yuh nigga know I'm stuntin (I can do it)
Pull up with a foreign, with a foreign, with a foreign whip
Foreign whip, foreign whip, foreign whip, foreign whip
My chain gang stupid (it's stupid), my ring gang stupid (stupid)
Yo bitch in love, got shot by Cupid (Cupid
Whip whip whip, foreign whip, foreign Bentley
Foreign foreign whip, flying Young Dre down my Nina
Take a 1, stretch that shit to a 24
Ridin through the hood, bricks for the shot of those
I got backboards, I got front to scale (let's do it)
I go 2 by 2's, 3 by 4 and 6 by 12 (leggo)
Call me Lil Dre, bitch be I go so HAM (damn)
Feragamo belt, boy I can't help myself (gone)
Versace on my chain (yea), pinky ring
That's 500 things (fire) whip it man
Whip a rubber band, whip it chain Novocain
Gang chain see my chain
Chain see my chain
This is so hard (uh), now I'm turnt up (turn up)
I need mo bottles (time to pull it up)
Whip foreign Whip foreign Whip foreign whip whip
Whip foreign Whip foreign Whip foreign whip
Whip foreign Whip foreign Whip foreign whip
Whip foreign Whip foreign Whip foreign whip
Turn up, turn up
Out of space foreign
Whip foreign Whip foreign Whip foreign whip whip
Whip foreign Whip foreign Whip foreign whip
Whip foreign Whip foreign Whip foreign whip
Whip foreign Whip foreign Whip foreign whip
Damn chick go crazy, got them 2 drink oh baby
In the back of the Mercedes I go HAM on the 80's
I have grown ho, wuddup?
Grindin need a piece
Drink codeine, drink lean
Soulja ice on freeze
Slow down off a pill
I can't get a hit
Turn up nigga to the truth
When I shoot when I won't miss
And I won't snitch damn let's shoot
Salute, let's shoot
Lil Dre, Dre Soulja truth
And I talk, got produced
Got a 4 in my coupe where low get the juice
Lil Dre got a dealing and the rental's bullet proof
Goddamn I'm going HAM, damn I got a zoo
Okay got more chickens in the zoo
And I got the swag flu
Whip whip whip whip foreign Whip whip whip whip foreign
Whip whip whip whip foreign Whip whip whip whip foreign
Soulja grind, Soulja foreign and I'm itchin so
Okay I'm sorry
Ridin in the Bentley of the new matuda
They talkin off
Foreign whip foreign whip whip whips foreign whips foreign
Real foreign, real juice
Whips, Soulja grind for em
Whips gold, special strong, splash, take a drift
Dre, Lil Dre, bitch yea yea yea
Pull up on the scene (ketchup)
Turn up
Pull up on the scene
Up on the scene, Pull up on the scene
Soulja, go about it in my hand
You know I'm ridin up man
SODMG
You know I' comin man
3000$ pair of shades on my face
Gold chain, gold wires
Rich Gang, SOD
Soulja Soulja Soulja Soulja Soulja
Turn up
I can cook the dope, I can cook it like it's nothing
Pull up to the club, yuh nigga know I'm stuntin (I can do it)
Pull up with a foreign, with a foreign, with a foreign whip
Foreign whip, foreign whip, foreign whip, foreign whip
My chain gang stupid (it's stupid), my ring gang stupid (stupid)
Yo bitch in love, got shot by Cupid (Cupid
Whip whip whip, foreign whip, foreign Bentley
Foreign foreign whip, flying Young Dre down my Nina
Take a 1, stretch that shit to a 24
Ridin through the hood, bricks for the shot of those
I got backboards, I got front to scale (let's do it)
I go 2 by 2's, 3 by 4 and 6 by 12 (leggo)
Call me Lil Dre, bitch be I go so HAM (damn)
Feragamo belt, boy I can't help myself (gone)
Versace on my chain (yea), pinky ring
That's 500 things (fire) whip it man
Whip a rubber band, whip it chain Novocain
Gang chain see my chain
Chain see my chain
This is so hard (uh), now I'm turnt up (turn up)
I need mo bottles (time to pull it up)
Whip foreign Whip foreign Whip foreign whip whip
Whip foreign Whip foreign Whip foreign whip
Whip foreign Whip foreign Whip foreign whip
Whip foreign Whip foreign Whip foreign whip
Turn up, turn up
Out of space foreign
Whip foreign Whip foreign Whip foreign whip whip
Whip foreign Whip foreign Whip foreign whip
Whip foreign Whip foreign Whip foreign whip
Whip foreign Whip foreign Whip foreign whip
Damn chick go crazy, got them 2 drink oh baby
In the back of the Mercedes I go HAM on the 80's
I have grown ho, wuddup?
Grindin need a piece
Drink codeine, drink lean
Soulja ice on freeze
Slow down off a pill
I can't get a hit
Turn up nigga to the truth
When I shoot when I won't miss
And I won't snitch damn let's shoot
Salute, let's shoot
Lil Dre, Dre Soulja truth
And I talk, got produced
Got a 4 in my coupe where low get the juice
Lil Dre got a dealing and the rental's bullet proof
Goddamn I'm going HAM, damn I got a zoo
Okay got more chickens in the zoo
And I got the swag flu
Whip whip whip whip foreign Whip whip whip whip foreign
Whip whip whip whip foreign Whip whip whip whip foreign
Soulja grind, Soulja foreign and I'm itchin so
Okay I'm sorry
Ridin in the Bentley of the new matuda
They talkin off
Foreign whip foreign whip whip whips foreign whips foreign
Real foreign, real juice
Whips, Soulja grind for em
Whips gold, special strong, splash, take a drift
Dre, Lil Dre, bitch yea yea yea
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Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
"Froze"
[Intro:]
I said look at all this ice round, woh, woh me, woh me
[Hook:]
I said look at all this ice around me
Look at all this ice around me
Look at all this ice around
Look at all this ice around me
Yea I'm froze, froze, froze, froze
Yea I'm froze, froze, froze, froze
Yea I'm froze, froze, froze, froze
Yea I'm froze, froze, froze, froze
[Verse 1:]
Look at all this ice around me
When I hit the stage I be swaggin low key
AK-47, I let it blast hotkey
C Notes in my pocket and my swag on kaki
Got that 9 on me, Dom and Dre cock it
Hollow tips with 30's man, you know we pop it
Pull up to the studio on my topic
Soulja Boy be splashin and my heart gon swag up
I got so much cash I make a broke bitch act up
Act up, all this ice will make you blind
AK-47, lose your mind
Goddamn, yo girl is not around
[Hook:]
Look at all this ice around me
Look at all this ice around me
Look at all this ice around
Look at all this ice around me
Yea I'm froze, froze, froze, froze
Yea I'm froze, froze, froze, froze
Yea I'm froze, froze, froze, froze
Yea I'm froze, froze, froze, froze
[Verse 2:]
I said look at all this jewelry on me
Yo nigga say he in the street but that nigga phony
Don't come up with me with that face, shit we not homeys
I be swaggin hard man, them niggas on
I be splashin hard, see those bitches on me
Ridin through the streets, my ring cost a quarter key
I be flecin had, wutchu know about me?
SB Rayband plat pack, peg on me
Cuban link on me
And I be turnin up
Turned down for what
[Hook:]
Look at all this ice around me
Look at all this ice around me
Look at all this ice around
Look at all this ice around me
Yea I'm froze, froze, froze, froze
Yea I'm froze, froze, froze, froze
Yea I'm froze, froze, froze, froze
Yea I'm froze, froze, froze, froze
[Outro:]
Versace bitch, Raybands
Raybands on my face bitch
Hunnid K in the case bitch
Flex, flex
Cuban link shit
Gucci Fendy shit
Bitch
[Intro:]
I said look at all this ice round, woh, woh me, woh me
[Hook:]
I said look at all this ice around me
Look at all this ice around me
Look at all this ice around
Look at all this ice around me
Yea I'm froze, froze, froze, froze
Yea I'm froze, froze, froze, froze
Yea I'm froze, froze, froze, froze
Yea I'm froze, froze, froze, froze
[Verse 1:]
Look at all this ice around me
When I hit the stage I be swaggin low key
AK-47, I let it blast hotkey
C Notes in my pocket and my swag on kaki
Got that 9 on me, Dom and Dre cock it
Hollow tips with 30's man, you know we pop it
Pull up to the studio on my topic
Soulja Boy be splashin and my heart gon swag up
I got so much cash I make a broke bitch act up
Act up, all this ice will make you blind
AK-47, lose your mind
Goddamn, yo girl is not around
[Hook:]
Look at all this ice around me
Look at all this ice around me
Look at all this ice around
Look at all this ice around me
Yea I'm froze, froze, froze, froze
Yea I'm froze, froze, froze, froze
Yea I'm froze, froze, froze, froze
Yea I'm froze, froze, froze, froze
[Verse 2:]
I said look at all this jewelry on me
Yo nigga say he in the street but that nigga phony
Don't come up with me with that face, shit we not homeys
I be swaggin hard man, them niggas on
I be splashin hard, see those bitches on me
Ridin through the streets, my ring cost a quarter key
I be flecin had, wutchu know about me?
SB Rayband plat pack, peg on me
Cuban link on me
And I be turnin up
Turned down for what
[Hook:]
Look at all this ice around me
Look at all this ice around me
Look at all this ice around
Look at all this ice around me
Yea I'm froze, froze, froze, froze
Yea I'm froze, froze, froze, froze
Yea I'm froze, froze, froze, froze
Yea I'm froze, froze, froze, froze
[Outro:]
Versace bitch, Raybands
Raybands on my face bitch
Hunnid K in the case bitch
Flex, flex
Cuban link shit
Gucci Fendy shit
Bitch
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Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
"Fuck Around (Buck)"
Disrespecting me, bitch the boss man I'm having that
Riding in that Masseratti and that shit is jet black
Fuck you niggas talking about that I've been getting cash hoe
Hell my hitman coming and shoot you in the asshole
Pause no, homo
Bitch I'm with that mob shit
Fuck around, they cut your head off
Hang it by your dick
Never gave a fuck, bitch I'm filthy rich
And I'm connected with fifty bricks
Throwing fifty clips to put your ass up in a ditch
Real shit, nigga
Fuck you talking about?
Please don't get up on my shit list
Wiping out, every nigga on my hitlist
Soulja boy tell em, bitch I'm flexing no fitness
Fuck what you heard
Man my niggas been told that big shit
Master plan, yes I'm talking immaculate plans
I'm talking on racks and bands
Fuck these niggas talking about can't understand
Understand, that we taking over twenty twelve bro
Fucking niggas talking about
Give city hell bro
Run through my city and I'm feeling like a lix
Man my niggas getting money
And we never gave a shit
And, I didn't tell you this
And I represent that shit
Man PB I'll flute
Pretty Boy gang when I flew
Man you already know
It's them west side hitters
Came in the club
Man I'm looking like a ticket
Young Dre, A.K.A.
Get that cash off em
Soulja tell them no problem goddamn that nigga offed him
Off tell, off tell my bitch got them bags on
Never gave a fuck bitch I'm about to bring them bags on
Lil Dre, A.K.A.
Got the trap going crazy
Tatted on my whole throat
Bitches wanna be my lady
Damn, I'm retro
Goddamn these vendors
Yah Young Jesus, and I ain't even finished
Soulja boy tell em, I keep killing these rapp niggas
Fifty thirteen
I'm still up in the trap nigga
Where am at post it
Count it like a nigga
Young nigga getting money
Worth about a brick
Young nigga came in
Gold on my fist
Gold on my dick
Bitch I'm that nigga
Number one contender
Came in swag
And you see it in the middle
Young Soulja tell him
Goddamn that nigga gimmick
Lil Dre for for real doe
One hundred million
Put that on the ten fold
Put it in, racked up
And they hit my phone
And I hit one word and we 'bout to ride
Ten shots, I'm a let it slide
Got the same guns, that came from Best aah
And I'm still in the building
Racked up Shawty take your yellow ball is river
Never gave a fuck
Bitch I'm all about the dinero
Pesos, cashed up with the real doe
Niggas on that fuck shit
Bitch I'm feeling so damn swagged up
Standing on the TV screen
And ain't got no bread bro
And ain't got no mass bro
Ribbed in this fuck nigga
Soulja Boy tell em I'm a bust quicker
Fuck around their buck
Disrespecting me, bitch the boss man I'm having that
Riding in that Masseratti and that shit is jet black
Fuck you niggas talking about that I've been getting cash hoe
Hell my hitman coming and shoot you in the asshole
Pause no, homo
Bitch I'm with that mob shit
Fuck around, they cut your head off
Hang it by your dick
Never gave a fuck, bitch I'm filthy rich
And I'm connected with fifty bricks
Throwing fifty clips to put your ass up in a ditch
Real shit, nigga
Fuck you talking about?
Please don't get up on my shit list
Wiping out, every nigga on my hitlist
Soulja boy tell em, bitch I'm flexing no fitness
Fuck what you heard
Man my niggas been told that big shit
Master plan, yes I'm talking immaculate plans
I'm talking on racks and bands
Fuck these niggas talking about can't understand
Understand, that we taking over twenty twelve bro
Fucking niggas talking about
Give city hell bro
Run through my city and I'm feeling like a lix
Man my niggas getting money
And we never gave a shit
And, I didn't tell you this
And I represent that shit
Man PB I'll flute
Pretty Boy gang when I flew
Man you already know
It's them west side hitters
Came in the club
Man I'm looking like a ticket
Young Dre, A.K.A.
Get that cash off em
Soulja tell them no problem goddamn that nigga offed him
Off tell, off tell my bitch got them bags on
Never gave a fuck bitch I'm about to bring them bags on
Lil Dre, A.K.A.
Got the trap going crazy
Tatted on my whole throat
Bitches wanna be my lady
Damn, I'm retro
Goddamn these vendors
Yah Young Jesus, and I ain't even finished
Soulja boy tell em, I keep killing these rapp niggas
Fifty thirteen
I'm still up in the trap nigga
Where am at post it
Count it like a nigga
Young nigga getting money
Worth about a brick
Young nigga came in
Gold on my fist
Gold on my dick
Bitch I'm that nigga
Number one contender
Came in swag
And you see it in the middle
Young Soulja tell him
Goddamn that nigga gimmick
Lil Dre for for real doe
One hundred million
Put that on the ten fold
Put it in, racked up
And they hit my phone
And I hit one word and we 'bout to ride
Ten shots, I'm a let it slide
Got the same guns, that came from Best aah
And I'm still in the building
Racked up Shawty take your yellow ball is river
Never gave a fuck
Bitch I'm all about the dinero
Pesos, cashed up with the real doe
Niggas on that fuck shit
Bitch I'm feeling so damn swagged up
Standing on the TV screen
And ain't got no bread bro
And ain't got no mass bro
Ribbed in this fuck nigga
Soulja Boy tell em I'm a bust quicker
Fuck around their buck
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Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
"Fuck That Flo"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)
[Hook: x5]
Fuck tha flow
[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
I see a cuttie look at my glasses
I'm schooling, you takin' these classes
She and her friends, she come to my palace
And get slaps all over her asses
Ocean gang, we splashin'
You get money? We get it the fastest
There's no way you can possibly match us
Asian girls all ova my matrice
No, nigga, you can't have this, matter of fact, fuck tha flo, nigga
I'm ready for that action, and your last bitch was a gold digger
Tired of you old niggas, so it's time that I show oh
Thirty minutes, one city, my concert was sold out
[Hook: x5]
Fuck tha flow
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Aye, watch that flow, motherfucker betta cut that comb
Son ash broke, y'all can't cope
Everytime we come thru, y'all niggas know our shit dope
When I grind, I kill niggas everytime, my shit flows
Despite the questions, bitch, I've got all the answers
Lemme come and smack all you little niggas that don't have enough manners
The boss said so, everybody knows I must get dough
And I only fuck with boss bitches, fuck them hoes
Yeah, when I run up in the spot with a snapback loafs
And Biggie's laying down at Ace King, block jack roll
Diamonds in the count, and money betta shut that dough
I hope you ain't watchin' my way, nigga, fuck that flo'
[Verse 3: Soulja Boy]
Girl, you makin' these nice moves, ain't even tryna get right
You see, the X dudes still like you, that's why dudes still tryna fight you
Dance in this bitch, girl, hump like you mad
Niggas watchin' like police, baby, tell 'em, shawty, that bad
Drastic, work that hsit, with yo friends
Drop that shit, you ad I yo friends
Crush that ice, make it snow
I can't be mad, fo' fuck that flo'
[Hook: x5]
Fuck tha flow
(feat. Busta Rhymes)
[Hook: x5]
Fuck tha flow
[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
I see a cuttie look at my glasses
I'm schooling, you takin' these classes
She and her friends, she come to my palace
And get slaps all over her asses
Ocean gang, we splashin'
You get money? We get it the fastest
There's no way you can possibly match us
Asian girls all ova my matrice
No, nigga, you can't have this, matter of fact, fuck tha flo, nigga
I'm ready for that action, and your last bitch was a gold digger
Tired of you old niggas, so it's time that I show oh
Thirty minutes, one city, my concert was sold out
[Hook: x5]
Fuck tha flow
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Aye, watch that flow, motherfucker betta cut that comb
Son ash broke, y'all can't cope
Everytime we come thru, y'all niggas know our shit dope
When I grind, I kill niggas everytime, my shit flows
Despite the questions, bitch, I've got all the answers
Lemme come and smack all you little niggas that don't have enough manners
The boss said so, everybody knows I must get dough
And I only fuck with boss bitches, fuck them hoes
Yeah, when I run up in the spot with a snapback loafs
And Biggie's laying down at Ace King, block jack roll
Diamonds in the count, and money betta shut that dough
I hope you ain't watchin' my way, nigga, fuck that flo'
[Verse 3: Soulja Boy]
Girl, you makin' these nice moves, ain't even tryna get right
You see, the X dudes still like you, that's why dudes still tryna fight you
Dance in this bitch, girl, hump like you mad
Niggas watchin' like police, baby, tell 'em, shawty, that bad
Drastic, work that hsit, with yo friends
Drop that shit, you ad I yo friends
Crush that ice, make it snow
I can't be mad, fo' fuck that flo'
[Hook: x5]
Fuck tha flow
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Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
"Gas"
(feat. Migos)
[Hook:]
I'm having good gas
I'm having good drink [x2]
Lean in my cup
Gas in my tank [x2]
[Verse 1 - Soulja Boy:]
Went and dropped 7hunnit on my robin jeans
Mix the gas with the lean, call that gasoline
Hittin' play bustin' jug, bitch it's rich gang
30 diamonds in my wrist start my fireflame
Bugs Bunny mad at me I got all the carrots
When I hop out the Ferrari all the bitches starein'
I drive a gatti or the new McLaren
I went and dropped 30 apiece on each of my earrings
Double cup while I'm riddin' in my new foreign
I got choppa, I got racks, bitch your man borin'
I step in KOD, all my cash pourin'
Sippin' lean and the act and it got me snorin'
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Quavo:]
Havin' the plug on the gas
Havin' the plug on the mid
Havin' the plug on the choppa the beamer
Havin' the plug on the six
30K rolley on my arm
50K vivi yes diamond my charm
I got the bomb like Osama
Sending my troops over seas like Obama
Hit the pot with the left hook now they mad at me
When I pull up in that drop oh yeah it's they damn daddy
Shooters on go and that's automatic, bad bitches gettin' too dramatic
Quavo makes movies I'm cinematic
Lowkey with the fight like the hidin' dragon
[Verse 3 - Offset:]
Whippin' the brick now my hand got that arthritis
Pistol locked up in his mouth he got gingivitis
Pull up in ghost like Michael Myers
I’m the plug in my city, I got plenty buyers
Soulja keep telling me he got the cipher the law ticket
Ima pull up and come get it, my money is tall as a midget
And I got js they gon come back like frisbee's
Certified Keisha you gotta pay me monifa
Loud beatin' out like a speaker, pull out the choppa and eatcha
Whippin' the particles, and I got two bricks they lookin' identical
Plug is an alien don’t got no tentacles
But he pull up with the batch of the vegetables
You can even come and get you some edibles
[Hook]
(feat. Migos)
[Hook:]
I'm having good gas
I'm having good drink [x2]
Lean in my cup
Gas in my tank [x2]
[Verse 1 - Soulja Boy:]
Went and dropped 7hunnit on my robin jeans
Mix the gas with the lean, call that gasoline
Hittin' play bustin' jug, bitch it's rich gang
30 diamonds in my wrist start my fireflame
Bugs Bunny mad at me I got all the carrots
When I hop out the Ferrari all the bitches starein'
I drive a gatti or the new McLaren
I went and dropped 30 apiece on each of my earrings
Double cup while I'm riddin' in my new foreign
I got choppa, I got racks, bitch your man borin'
I step in KOD, all my cash pourin'
Sippin' lean and the act and it got me snorin'
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Quavo:]
Havin' the plug on the gas
Havin' the plug on the mid
Havin' the plug on the choppa the beamer
Havin' the plug on the six
30K rolley on my arm
50K vivi yes diamond my charm
I got the bomb like Osama
Sending my troops over seas like Obama
Hit the pot with the left hook now they mad at me
When I pull up in that drop oh yeah it's they damn daddy
Shooters on go and that's automatic, bad bitches gettin' too dramatic
Quavo makes movies I'm cinematic
Lowkey with the fight like the hidin' dragon
[Verse 3 - Offset:]
Whippin' the brick now my hand got that arthritis
Pistol locked up in his mouth he got gingivitis
Pull up in ghost like Michael Myers
I’m the plug in my city, I got plenty buyers
Soulja keep telling me he got the cipher the law ticket
Ima pull up and come get it, my money is tall as a midget
And I got js they gon come back like frisbee's
Certified Keisha you gotta pay me monifa
Loud beatin' out like a speaker, pull out the choppa and eatcha
Whippin' the particles, and I got two bricks they lookin' identical
Plug is an alien don’t got no tentacles
But he pull up with the batch of the vegetables
You can even come and get you some edibles
[Hook]
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Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
"Get Money Niggas"
(feat. Soulja Boy)
[Talking: Bow Wow And Soulja Boy]
Ah ah Soulja Boy
Ah man
Ah man this ya boy Bow Wow right
I'm saying man we...
We gotta sho these niggas what we got in common
Man you kno
We two young niggas
We done made a lot of money you kno
We gon see mo money (We gon see mo money)
Ha
But a
We got one thing in common tho nigga
I'm gon let them kno tho
[Bow Wow:]
Get the
Yeah that's me
I live the life
Fast cars
Watching hoes shake it up all night (I do it)
[Soulja Boy:]
Fifty on the floo
A hundred on the table (Table)
Thirty in the stable
Getting mo paper
[Chorus: Bow Wow]
We some get money niggas
Get get money niggas [x3]
See one thing we have in common
Is that we some get money niggas (Hate)
[Bow Wow:]
Holy shit look at the life I live (Damn)
I used to be broke like ligaments
And nigga I'm rich
And now that boy got chips
Like ruffles... Lays
And you can say I'm short
But you can't say I ain't paid
You want to talk cribs?
See my shit on the lake
Twenty thousand square feet
See that's a private estate
Helicopter pad for when I make them private escapes
So when it's time to get that money nigga
I'm never late
I'm still the prince of the O-town
Make them hoes go down
Since I turned 21
I don't kno how to act
Hopping out different whips
And smashing like err chick
I don't kno bout ya'll
But this the life I live
They call me
(Bow Wow)
[Bow Wow:]
Yeah that's me
I live the life
Fast cars
Watching hoes shake it up all night (I do it)
[Soulja Boy:]
Fifty on the floo
A hundred on the table (Table)
Thirty in the stable
Getting mo paper
[Chorus: Bow Wow]
We some get money niggas
Get get money niggas [x3]
See one thing we have in common
Is that we some get money niggas (Hate)
[Soulja Boy:]
I'm in the Limbo
White with the doors up (Ah)
Chain full of snow yeah that bitch froze up (Damn)
Sitting in a vet (Vet)
Gucci bandana (dana)
G4 jet (Jet)
I'm to hot to handle (Damn)
Space ship don't slip with the flat screens
Yellow diamonds same color as a taxi
Watch the girls joc with my two door pass (Pass)
And if you say something wrong
We gon do yo ass
S.O.D. money gang keep stacking
I leaked every song and I still went platinum
Need more purp now number on the speed dial
Money to long
I call that shit the Green Mile
BOW WOW
[Bow Wow:]
Yeah that's me
I live the life
Fast cars
Watching hoes shake it up all night (I do it)
[Soulja Boy:]
Fifty on the floo
A hundred on the table (Table)
Thirty in the stable
Getting mo paper
[Chorus: Bow Wow]
We some get money niggas
Get get money niggas [x3]
See one thing we have in common
Is that we some get money niggas (Hate)
[Soulja Boy:]
This how it go down
Whole neck froze now
Soulja Boy Tell'em
This time got the doors down
I'm doing my thing bitch (Ah)
Speak my language
Money walk money talk
Who you blaming?
[Bow Wow:]
Soulja Boy in the Limbo
Bow in the Maybach
If you want to kno
I paid about a half a mill for that
Nigga where ya paper at?
Gucci bag fill of sacks
Red card black card
Gold card I got them all
BOW WOW
[Bow Wow:]
Yeah that's me
I live the life
Fast cars
Watching hoes shake it up all night (I do it)
[Soulja Boy:]
Fifty on the floo
A hundred on the table (Table)
Thirty in the stable
Getting mo paper
[Chorus: Bow Wow]
We some get money niggas
Get get money niggas [x3]
See one thing we have in common
Is that we some get money niggas (Hate)
[Talking: Bow Wow]
I kno it make all ya'll haters real sick huh? (Bitch where my money?)
Two young niggas getting money man
You can hate on us all you want man
Yeah
Stuntin on em
And we stuntin on em
And we stuntin on em
Money money money
S.O.D. money gang
LBW Gang you already kno what it is
(Ha Ha)
(feat. Soulja Boy)
[Talking: Bow Wow And Soulja Boy]
Ah ah Soulja Boy
Ah man
Ah man this ya boy Bow Wow right
I'm saying man we...
We gotta sho these niggas what we got in common
Man you kno
We two young niggas
We done made a lot of money you kno
We gon see mo money (We gon see mo money)
Ha
But a
We got one thing in common tho nigga
I'm gon let them kno tho
[Bow Wow:]
Get the
Yeah that's me
I live the life
Fast cars
Watching hoes shake it up all night (I do it)
[Soulja Boy:]
Fifty on the floo
A hundred on the table (Table)
Thirty in the stable
Getting mo paper
[Chorus: Bow Wow]
We some get money niggas
Get get money niggas [x3]
See one thing we have in common
Is that we some get money niggas (Hate)
[Bow Wow:]
Holy shit look at the life I live (Damn)
I used to be broke like ligaments
And nigga I'm rich
And now that boy got chips
Like ruffles... Lays
And you can say I'm short
But you can't say I ain't paid
You want to talk cribs?
See my shit on the lake
Twenty thousand square feet
See that's a private estate
Helicopter pad for when I make them private escapes
So when it's time to get that money nigga
I'm never late
I'm still the prince of the O-town
Make them hoes go down
Since I turned 21
I don't kno how to act
Hopping out different whips
And smashing like err chick
I don't kno bout ya'll
But this the life I live
They call me
(Bow Wow)
[Bow Wow:]
Yeah that's me
I live the life
Fast cars
Watching hoes shake it up all night (I do it)
[Soulja Boy:]
Fifty on the floo
A hundred on the table (Table)
Thirty in the stable
Getting mo paper
[Chorus: Bow Wow]
We some get money niggas
Get get money niggas [x3]
See one thing we have in common
Is that we some get money niggas (Hate)
[Soulja Boy:]
I'm in the Limbo
White with the doors up (Ah)
Chain full of snow yeah that bitch froze up (Damn)
Sitting in a vet (Vet)
Gucci bandana (dana)
G4 jet (Jet)
I'm to hot to handle (Damn)
Space ship don't slip with the flat screens
Yellow diamonds same color as a taxi
Watch the girls joc with my two door pass (Pass)
And if you say something wrong
We gon do yo ass
S.O.D. money gang keep stacking
I leaked every song and I still went platinum
Need more purp now number on the speed dial
Money to long
I call that shit the Green Mile
BOW WOW
[Bow Wow:]
Yeah that's me
I live the life
Fast cars
Watching hoes shake it up all night (I do it)
[Soulja Boy:]
Fifty on the floo
A hundred on the table (Table)
Thirty in the stable
Getting mo paper
[Chorus: Bow Wow]
We some get money niggas
Get get money niggas [x3]
See one thing we have in common
Is that we some get money niggas (Hate)
[Soulja Boy:]
This how it go down
Whole neck froze now
Soulja Boy Tell'em
This time got the doors down
I'm doing my thing bitch (Ah)
Speak my language
Money walk money talk
Who you blaming?
[Bow Wow:]
Soulja Boy in the Limbo
Bow in the Maybach
If you want to kno
I paid about a half a mill for that
Nigga where ya paper at?
Gucci bag fill of sacks
Red card black card
Gold card I got them all
BOW WOW
[Bow Wow:]
Yeah that's me
I live the life
Fast cars
Watching hoes shake it up all night (I do it)
[Soulja Boy:]
Fifty on the floo
A hundred on the table (Table)
Thirty in the stable
Getting mo paper
[Chorus: Bow Wow]
We some get money niggas
Get get money niggas [x3]
See one thing we have in common
Is that we some get money niggas (Hate)
[Talking: Bow Wow]
I kno it make all ya'll haters real sick huh? (Bitch where my money?)
Two young niggas getting money man
You can hate on us all you want man
Yeah
Stuntin on em
And we stuntin on em
And we stuntin on em
Money money money
S.O.D. money gang
LBW Gang you already kno what it is
(Ha Ha)
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Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
"Gettin Cake"
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
Every day I wake up, I’m getting cake
Every night I go to sleep, I’m getting cake
Every day I wake up, I’m getting cake
Every night I go to sleep, I’m getting cake
Busting down a brick, me and Sean K back to back
Catch me on the highway in that Bentley jet black,
What you know ‘bout Dre? Put that 9 to your fucking face
King boss trap, in my hood we doing 2 by 3
Lil Dre Soulja, flip the game, on some brand new shit
Came in the mall, what the fuck? I already had me kicks
Lil Dre, flip the script for real, busting down the brick
Coming down that ave, on that slab I’m poured up the bitch
Lil Dre for real, money flip, do it 10 by 10
Catch me in my hood, money bricks, man it’s everyday
Lil Dre for real, bitch I flex, young and flexin over
SOD my gang, in the streets, bitch we took it over
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
Every day I wake up, I’m getting cake
Every night I go to sleep, I’m getting cake
Every day I wake up, I’m getting cake
Every night I go to sleep, I’m getting cake
I’m in the hood, long way, I’m flexing scrone
I call my partner, he coming through with hair and bones
It’s lil Dre, call my jeweler, on the phone
I need a brand new ring , main bring em on
I’m in the hood, flexed up, on some Soulja shit
I call my shooter, he gonn kill you, on some close up shit
Don’t get too close because my goons, they don’t like that shit
I’m smoking on that purp, I’m on that fire shit
Brand new swishers up I stuff a whole ground in them
A couple grams in them, 25 bands bandz, deal em
It’s lil Dre for real I flex with this Louie shit
I’m young and flexin, 22 with 22 millions
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
I wake up in the morning, I’m getting cake
Going to sleep at night and I’m getting cake
I wake up in the morning, I’m getting cake
Going to sleep at night, I’m getting cake
I bust the whole thang, niggas snitching on me
In my hood they know what’s up we SOD homie
I flex scrone, foreign cars, all day long
250 k, I drop that shit and went numb
I do this shit for real, I flex and fuck a person plates
I’m outta space, on this lean, bring it by the case
Promotezene and codeine had me slowing up
I eat the rum sea with that mixture, now I’m throwing up
I’m in the VIP, I’m on that couch, I’m pouring up
We in this bitch blowing, ain’t nobody strong as us
SOD the mob, we fucking with some real niggas
And if you disrespect me bitch, I’ma deal with you
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
I’m waking up in the morning, I’m getting cake
Going to sleep at night and I’m getting cake
I’m waking up in the morning and I’m getting cake
Going to sleep at night and I’m getting cake
Getting cake, I’m getting cake
Getting cake, bitch you know I’m getting cake
Getting cake, bitch I’m getting cake
I wake up in the morning and I’m getting that cake.
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
Every day I wake up, I’m getting cake
Every night I go to sleep, I’m getting cake
Every day I wake up, I’m getting cake
Every night I go to sleep, I’m getting cake
Busting down a brick, me and Sean K back to back
Catch me on the highway in that Bentley jet black,
What you know ‘bout Dre? Put that 9 to your fucking face
King boss trap, in my hood we doing 2 by 3
Lil Dre Soulja, flip the game, on some brand new shit
Came in the mall, what the fuck? I already had me kicks
Lil Dre, flip the script for real, busting down the brick
Coming down that ave, on that slab I’m poured up the bitch
Lil Dre for real, money flip, do it 10 by 10
Catch me in my hood, money bricks, man it’s everyday
Lil Dre for real, bitch I flex, young and flexin over
SOD my gang, in the streets, bitch we took it over
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
Every day I wake up, I’m getting cake
Every night I go to sleep, I’m getting cake
Every day I wake up, I’m getting cake
Every night I go to sleep, I’m getting cake
I’m in the hood, long way, I’m flexing scrone
I call my partner, he coming through with hair and bones
It’s lil Dre, call my jeweler, on the phone
I need a brand new ring , main bring em on
I’m in the hood, flexed up, on some Soulja shit
I call my shooter, he gonn kill you, on some close up shit
Don’t get too close because my goons, they don’t like that shit
I’m smoking on that purp, I’m on that fire shit
Brand new swishers up I stuff a whole ground in them
A couple grams in them, 25 bands bandz, deal em
It’s lil Dre for real I flex with this Louie shit
I’m young and flexin, 22 with 22 millions
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
I wake up in the morning, I’m getting cake
Going to sleep at night and I’m getting cake
I wake up in the morning, I’m getting cake
Going to sleep at night, I’m getting cake
I bust the whole thang, niggas snitching on me
In my hood they know what’s up we SOD homie
I flex scrone, foreign cars, all day long
250 k, I drop that shit and went numb
I do this shit for real, I flex and fuck a person plates
I’m outta space, on this lean, bring it by the case
Promotezene and codeine had me slowing up
I eat the rum sea with that mixture, now I’m throwing up
I’m in the VIP, I’m on that couch, I’m pouring up
We in this bitch blowing, ain’t nobody strong as us
SOD the mob, we fucking with some real niggas
And if you disrespect me bitch, I’ma deal with you
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
I’m waking up in the morning, I’m getting cake
Going to sleep at night and I’m getting cake
I’m waking up in the morning and I’m getting cake
Going to sleep at night and I’m getting cake
Getting cake, I’m getting cake
Getting cake, bitch you know I’m getting cake
Getting cake, bitch I’m getting cake
I wake up in the morning and I’m getting that cake.
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Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
"Giuseppe's"
[Hook:]
I got 50 racks in my pocket, and they know that we ready
Everybody know I'm getting money, confetti
Guap on deck, and my shoes is Giuseppe's
Ask what my shoes, and I told her Giuseppe's
I'm rocking Giuseppe's [x8]
[Verse 1:]
I'm rocking Giuseppe's, got Givenchy I'm fresh
I pull up on the scene looking clean, they know Soulja the best
I'm flexing, finesse
I flex, I run with that check
Running all on my neck, AP on my wrist
You know everything that I touch turn to gold
And my jewelry froze like North Pole
Giuseppe's Zanotti, on my feet they froze
So cold, my swag is so throwed
Young Soulja GO, I got all these bands
I be in the club, heavy bottles with the zans
Activist, so you know a nigga lean
Got a lot of green, shout out to my team
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Giuseppe's Zanotti, fresh in the party
Pull up to the club, in a brand new 'Rari
Leave up out the club, in a brand new Audi
Yellow diamond shawty, Giuseppe's Zanotti
These girls they loving my shoes, they digging my swag and tattoos
I took her back in the bathroom, she sucking me up like a vacuum
Whoa whoa, young Soulja know I be fresh
Red carpet, with a brand new vest
I got gold on my shoes, they Giuseppe's
I got ice on my neck, Cuban fresh
A lot of money on me, cause I finesse
Running up my bands, and you know every check
[Hook]
[Hook:]
I got 50 racks in my pocket, and they know that we ready
Everybody know I'm getting money, confetti
Guap on deck, and my shoes is Giuseppe's
Ask what my shoes, and I told her Giuseppe's
I'm rocking Giuseppe's [x8]
[Verse 1:]
I'm rocking Giuseppe's, got Givenchy I'm fresh
I pull up on the scene looking clean, they know Soulja the best
I'm flexing, finesse
I flex, I run with that check
Running all on my neck, AP on my wrist
You know everything that I touch turn to gold
And my jewelry froze like North Pole
Giuseppe's Zanotti, on my feet they froze
So cold, my swag is so throwed
Young Soulja GO, I got all these bands
I be in the club, heavy bottles with the zans
Activist, so you know a nigga lean
Got a lot of green, shout out to my team
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Giuseppe's Zanotti, fresh in the party
Pull up to the club, in a brand new 'Rari
Leave up out the club, in a brand new Audi
Yellow diamond shawty, Giuseppe's Zanotti
These girls they loving my shoes, they digging my swag and tattoos
I took her back in the bathroom, she sucking me up like a vacuum
Whoa whoa, young Soulja know I be fresh
Red carpet, with a brand new vest
I got gold on my shoes, they Giuseppe's
I got ice on my neck, Cuban fresh
A lot of money on me, cause I finesse
Running up my bands, and you know every check
[Hook]
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Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
"Give Me A High Five"
So im back on da scene and da fame gettin closer.
Squad burnin up man we hot as a toaster.
Still stop to fillin up and we clean as we ride.
Met up wit my partna now give me a high 5.
GIVE ME A HIGH FIVE AYE!
Walkin down da hall. posted up da real folk
My boy arab and other parnta donloc
30 deep da click be da ones u can get wit
I heard a hata hatin off dat hatarade stop it.
I seen u sayin u gone shoot.
Bets have have on yo teflon suit.
Da next click to step up in da game is da realest group.
Now i got u watchin me. every since da killing spree
Da tone have u gone and yo face on da tv screen.
Dey wanna say my squad lo key.
But aint got none on me
Da one who rocked a white tee b4 dey made white tee
The one who got fans in every state of da state
15 years wit a safe up inside a safe
See my partna in da hall posted up against da wall.
Let me get a high five den lets shoot some basketball
Soulja boy da name yeah everybody knowin me.
I flipped a eight off heavyweight and know they call me hercules
Im givin out da autograph look like a petition bra.
Coolin off da heat like i was an air conditinor
Who dat is hoppin out da chevy on 24's
Gave dat boy a high five headin up insdide da store
Bout 6 pairs of jabo's and now got shawty jockin me
Aint young dro but watch crank dat shoulder lean.
Headed to da next spot. 360 like a xbox
My shoes yea dey new and clothes dat shop
Im still in da neigborhood grippin on da leathin wood
My chain yeah it hang to knees like a playa do it
So im back on da scene and da fame gettin closer.
Squad burnin up man we hot as a toaster.
Still stop to fillin up and we clean as we ride.
Met up wit my partna now give me a high 5.
GIVE ME A HIGH FIVE AYE!
Walkin down da hall. posted up da real folk
My boy arab and other parnta donloc
30 deep da click be da ones u can get wit
I heard a hata hatin off dat hatarade stop it.
I seen u sayin u gone shoot.
Bets have have on yo teflon suit.
Da next click to step up in da game is da realest group.
Now i got u watchin me. every since da killing spree
Da tone have u gone and yo face on da tv screen.
Dey wanna say my squad lo key.
But aint got none on me
Da one who rocked a white tee b4 dey made white tee
The one who got fans in every state of da state
15 years wit a safe up inside a safe
See my partna in da hall posted up against da wall.
Let me get a high five den lets shoot some basketball
Soulja boy da name yeah everybody knowin me.
I flipped a eight off heavyweight and know they call me hercules
Im givin out da autograph look like a petition bra.
Coolin off da heat like i was an air conditinor
Who dat is hoppin out da chevy on 24's
Gave dat boy a high five headin up insdide da store
Bout 6 pairs of jabo's and now got shawty jockin me
Aint young dro but watch crank dat shoulder lean.
Headed to da next spot. 360 like a xbox
My shoes yea dey new and clothes dat shop
Im still in da neigborhood grippin on da leathin wood
My chain yeah it hang to knees like a playa do it
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