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Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Čet 05 Nov 2020, 16:04
"Givenchy"
[Hook:]
You'd better watch your girlfriend cause she want me
When I come to the club they say that I'm too deep
When you catch me in the hood, I be on my street
All a nigga ever wanted was some Givenchy
Was some Givenchy, was some Givenchy
All a nigga ever wanted was some Givenchy
You'd better watch your girlfriend cause she want me
When I come to the club they say I'm too deep
All a nigga ever wanted was some Givenchy
You'd better watch your girlfriend cause she want me
Bitch mad cause my dick ain't for free
I hit the block, ill rings worth a couple keys
I'm in the hood and you know I be on my street
I mix the Xan with the lean on that Givenchy
I'm swagged up, 50 K for my whole damn team
Nigga can't count the money, got it on the beam
Flexin through my hood, they say they wanna pop a molly
It ain't nothing to Soulja, call me Soulja Maserati
I be flex harder, original swag, what it cap
Pull up to the block, everything poppin
[Hook:]
You'd better watch your girlfriend cause she want me
When I came to the club they said I came too deep
When you catch me in my hood, I be on my street
All a nigga ever wanted was some Givenchy
Was some Givenchy, was some Givenchy
All a nigga ever wanted was some Givenchy
You'd better watch your girlfriend cause she want me
And when I came to the club they said I came too deep
Got that choppa on me, I put a nigga to sleep
Flexin hard through my city, wutchu know bout me?
Soulja beast, Soulja boss, call me BSB
All a nigga ever wanted was some Givenchy
[Hook:]
You'd better watch your girlfriend cause she want me
When I come to the club they say that I'm too deep
When you catch me in the hood, I be on my street
All a nigga ever wanted was some Givenchy
Was some Givenchy, was some Givenchy
All a nigga ever wanted was some Givenchy
You'd better watch your girlfriend cause she want me
When I come to the club they say I'm too deep
All a nigga ever wanted was some Givenchy
You'd better watch your girlfriend cause she want me
Bitch mad cause my dick ain't for free
I hit the block, ill rings worth a couple keys
I'm in the hood and you know I be on my street
I mix the Xan with the lean on that Givenchy
I'm swagged up, 50 K for my whole damn team
Nigga can't count the money, got it on the beam
Flexin through my hood, they say they wanna pop a molly
It ain't nothing to Soulja, call me Soulja Maserati
I be flex harder, original swag, what it cap
Pull up to the block, everything poppin
[Hook:]
You'd better watch your girlfriend cause she want me
When I came to the club they said I came too deep
When you catch me in my hood, I be on my street
All a nigga ever wanted was some Givenchy
Was some Givenchy, was some Givenchy
All a nigga ever wanted was some Givenchy
You'd better watch your girlfriend cause she want me
And when I came to the club they said I came too deep
Got that choppa on me, I put a nigga to sleep
Flexin hard through my city, wutchu know bout me?
Soulja beast, Soulja boss, call me BSB
All a nigga ever wanted was some Givenchy
Phase
- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Čet 05 Nov 2020, 16:04
"Go Head"
(feat. Juney Boomdata)
[deep voice:] "Soulja Boy tell 'em!"
[Chorus 1: Juney Boomdata]
Gah-gah-gah-go head an' [4X]
I won't tell a soul so, jump up out them clothes [2X]
I-I-I, ga-ga-ga-go, ga-ga-ga-go, ga-ga-ga-go head an'
Ga-ga-ga-go, ga-ga-ga-go head an'
Ga-ga-ga-go, ga-ga-ga-go, ga-ga-ga-go head an'
Ga-ga-ga-go, ga-ga-ga-go head an'
Ga-ga-ga-go
[Soulja Boy]
Ga-ga-ga-go head, turn my swag on (my swag on)
Ga-go hit that club, get my dance on (get my dance on)
Rubberbands on my neck, make my swag look so official
Blow my nose on this track, please pass me some tissues (tissues)
Soulja Boy in the club gettin crunk like AHHH!
Told the DJ turn the beat up like AHHH! ANd you know it's goin down
S.O.D. Money Gang, we hot right now
[Chorus 2: Juney Boomdata]
Gah-gah-gah-go head an' [4X]
I won't tell a soul so, jump up out them clothes [2X]
[repeat Chorus 2]
[Soulja Boy]
This song so hard every time it come on it's like
([deep voice:] "Soulja Boy tell 'em!") man that's my song
Girl do yo' thang (do it) let me see you break it down
Make the money rain (do it) bout to shut the club down
Swag it (swag it) Gucci belt, Gucci bag, Gucci bandana (dana)
White and red painted loaded snow antenna
I sco' one better, bird walk, no feather
New whip, pink slip, never place se-cond
[Chorus 1]
[Soulja Boy]
Ay lil' buddy, ay lil' mama, ay lil' shawty, ay whassup?
Whassup whassup whassup? Ay what's happennin, ay whattup?
Me and my boy, you and yo' girl, man you know we came to party
Every time we hit the club you know we party HARDY
Ridin on the Harley, swag surf GNARLY
GNARLY, GNARLY!!!!
You other people 'tarded cause you're late for the class
You cain't learn off me, you cain't touch my swag, no!
[Chorus 2 + Chorus 1 + ad libs to fade]
(feat. Juney Boomdata)
[deep voice:] "Soulja Boy tell 'em!"
[Chorus 1: Juney Boomdata]
Gah-gah-gah-go head an' [4X]
I won't tell a soul so, jump up out them clothes [2X]
I-I-I, ga-ga-ga-go, ga-ga-ga-go, ga-ga-ga-go head an'
Ga-ga-ga-go, ga-ga-ga-go head an'
Ga-ga-ga-go, ga-ga-ga-go, ga-ga-ga-go head an'
Ga-ga-ga-go, ga-ga-ga-go head an'
Ga-ga-ga-go
[Soulja Boy]
Ga-ga-ga-go head, turn my swag on (my swag on)
Ga-go hit that club, get my dance on (get my dance on)
Rubberbands on my neck, make my swag look so official
Blow my nose on this track, please pass me some tissues (tissues)
Soulja Boy in the club gettin crunk like AHHH!
Told the DJ turn the beat up like AHHH! ANd you know it's goin down
S.O.D. Money Gang, we hot right now
[Chorus 2: Juney Boomdata]
Gah-gah-gah-go head an' [4X]
I won't tell a soul so, jump up out them clothes [2X]
[repeat Chorus 2]
[Soulja Boy]
This song so hard every time it come on it's like
([deep voice:] "Soulja Boy tell 'em!") man that's my song
Girl do yo' thang (do it) let me see you break it down
Make the money rain (do it) bout to shut the club down
Swag it (swag it) Gucci belt, Gucci bag, Gucci bandana (dana)
White and red painted loaded snow antenna
I sco' one better, bird walk, no feather
New whip, pink slip, never place se-cond
[Chorus 1]
[Soulja Boy]
Ay lil' buddy, ay lil' mama, ay lil' shawty, ay whassup?
Whassup whassup whassup? Ay what's happennin, ay whattup?
Me and my boy, you and yo' girl, man you know we came to party
Every time we hit the club you know we party HARDY
Ridin on the Harley, swag surf GNARLY
GNARLY, GNARLY!!!!
You other people 'tarded cause you're late for the class
You cain't learn off me, you cain't touch my swag, no!
[Chorus 2 + Chorus 1 + ad libs to fade]
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Čet 05 Nov 2020, 16:04
"Go To War"
[Intro:]
Real nigga shit right now man
Let me tell ya'll a story man, Soulja Boy Tellem in here
Learn from this shit right here, open ya ears nigga
Ya'll pay attention ta dis I'm a show ya'll some real shit right now
[Verse 1:]
3: 30 in tha mornin I'm in my house chillin
Niggaz kicked in my side doe
And started runnin threw da kitchen
I peeped out tha doe, seen a nigga with a K
Dressed in all black with a ski mask on his face
So I bussed out tha doe, started shootin at that bitch
And tha 1st bullet missed, but tha next 5 hit
So I cut tha lights off, then I crouched down ta da ground
Took a look at Arab, said "nigga don't make a sound!"
Had my pistol in my hand so I knew I had tha power
Heard footsteps gettin louder and louder
I ran out tha doe, started bussin with my 9
6 bullets left tha clip, but 5 on me hit his spine
Now he layin on tha ground, screamin like a hoe
He thought his homeboys was real, but they ran out tha doe
Now he lyin on tha flo, screamin like a lil bitch
When I shot him he dropped his pistol now hee ain't got shit
I told Arab, "go and take a look around da place."
Den I walked up ta dis nigga, snatched dat mask off his face
After I saw who it was, it's a face I couldn't forget
I can't believe deez niggaz came and tried ta rob me fa my shit
After all I did fa ya'll, this tha fuckin thanks I get
Tried ta take ya out tha hood and tried ta make you niggaz rich
So dey kicked in my doe and tried ta jack me fa my shit
Ya'll niggaz ain't got no heart, that's some real foul shit
So I sit back today and I thank inside my head
If I made tha wrong move, all my niggaz could be dead
This some real shit I'm spittin, hope ya heard what I said
If I made tha wrong move, all my niggaz could be dead
[Bridge:]
Real nigga shit I'm spittin man, Soulja Boy Tellem
SOD, PTE, back ta dis shit right here doe
This some real nigga shit
Watch how I snap on deez niggaz, okk
[Verse 2:]
What's up nigga, heavyweight move a stack while spittin on a track
I call my fans grey hairz cause a nigga be spittin dat crack
Talkin bout a struggle, 24 flip datz a double
20 times 2 my numba, Soulja Boy Tellem straight like thunder
I mean S.Beezy is straight like thunder
Bitch I'm hotta den a sauna, money long like a anaconda
Ridin threw my projects I swear my goonz is gettin younga
Dammm, too much ice on my wrist
Nigga tried ta rob me, had ta empty out a clip
I can't go out like no bitch
Cause my pistol man lil nigga den dew it
If ya wanna take my chain, ya betta be ready ta die for it
You know it, yea bitch you already know
If you kick up in my doe, we gon' shoot it up all night hoe
[Intro:]
Real nigga shit right now man
Let me tell ya'll a story man, Soulja Boy Tellem in here
Learn from this shit right here, open ya ears nigga
Ya'll pay attention ta dis I'm a show ya'll some real shit right now
[Verse 1:]
3: 30 in tha mornin I'm in my house chillin
Niggaz kicked in my side doe
And started runnin threw da kitchen
I peeped out tha doe, seen a nigga with a K
Dressed in all black with a ski mask on his face
So I bussed out tha doe, started shootin at that bitch
And tha 1st bullet missed, but tha next 5 hit
So I cut tha lights off, then I crouched down ta da ground
Took a look at Arab, said "nigga don't make a sound!"
Had my pistol in my hand so I knew I had tha power
Heard footsteps gettin louder and louder
I ran out tha doe, started bussin with my 9
6 bullets left tha clip, but 5 on me hit his spine
Now he layin on tha ground, screamin like a hoe
He thought his homeboys was real, but they ran out tha doe
Now he lyin on tha flo, screamin like a lil bitch
When I shot him he dropped his pistol now hee ain't got shit
I told Arab, "go and take a look around da place."
Den I walked up ta dis nigga, snatched dat mask off his face
After I saw who it was, it's a face I couldn't forget
I can't believe deez niggaz came and tried ta rob me fa my shit
After all I did fa ya'll, this tha fuckin thanks I get
Tried ta take ya out tha hood and tried ta make you niggaz rich
So dey kicked in my doe and tried ta jack me fa my shit
Ya'll niggaz ain't got no heart, that's some real foul shit
So I sit back today and I thank inside my head
If I made tha wrong move, all my niggaz could be dead
This some real shit I'm spittin, hope ya heard what I said
If I made tha wrong move, all my niggaz could be dead
[Bridge:]
Real nigga shit I'm spittin man, Soulja Boy Tellem
SOD, PTE, back ta dis shit right here doe
This some real nigga shit
Watch how I snap on deez niggaz, okk
[Verse 2:]
What's up nigga, heavyweight move a stack while spittin on a track
I call my fans grey hairz cause a nigga be spittin dat crack
Talkin bout a struggle, 24 flip datz a double
20 times 2 my numba, Soulja Boy Tellem straight like thunder
I mean S.Beezy is straight like thunder
Bitch I'm hotta den a sauna, money long like a anaconda
Ridin threw my projects I swear my goonz is gettin younga
Dammm, too much ice on my wrist
Nigga tried ta rob me, had ta empty out a clip
I can't go out like no bitch
Cause my pistol man lil nigga den dew it
If ya wanna take my chain, ya betta be ready ta die for it
You know it, yea bitch you already know
If you kick up in my doe, we gon' shoot it up all night hoe
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Čet 05 Nov 2020, 16:04
"Goku"
Soulja Boy tell em.
Uhh, bitch I look like Goku.
Bitch I look like Vegeta, im hoppin out that oldschool.
'64 Impala, swagged up.
Bitch I'm poppin bottles. Manga.
Bitch I look like Goku, pulled up in my old school.
Fuckin' up that protoss, super saiyan swagger.
Bitches on my dick because all my albums platinum.
I don't give a fuck because I'm swagged up to the maximuuuuuuuum.
Bitch I look like GOHAN.
Smokin' up that marijuana, bitch I'm havin' so much fun.
Dre, know how the fuck I do it up.
Back up in the truck, up in the back we do it all.
Amaaanaayayy.
Gucci pant, Louis pants, swagger.
Bentley, hit me for a pretty ass player.
Yeah, drop top swagger like yeah.
Holla out WOO, like Rick Flair,
Swag, swag! I look like Vince McMahon.
Gettin' money, I'm look like Peter Pan.
Swagswag. I got the Death Note Swag.
That anime swag put a respectable black person in beeeeenaaaiiiii!
Bitch I look like Go-ku!
Ridin' in my old school, smokin' up the protoss.
Back up on the track, DREEEEEEEEEE!!!!
I don't give a fuck because I'm breakin' up the cerebellum.
Back up on the track, I'm the twitter king.
I got shit you ain't ever seen.
Soulja hit 'em high like kong.
Soulja, soulja, soulja, soulja, when I'm broke.
Soulja Boy tell em.
Uhh, bitch I look like Goku.
Bitch I look like Vegeta, im hoppin out that oldschool.
'64 Impala, swagged up.
Bitch I'm poppin bottles. Manga.
Bitch I look like Goku, pulled up in my old school.
Fuckin' up that protoss, super saiyan swagger.
Bitches on my dick because all my albums platinum.
I don't give a fuck because I'm swagged up to the maximuuuuuuuum.
Bitch I look like GOHAN.
Smokin' up that marijuana, bitch I'm havin' so much fun.
Dre, know how the fuck I do it up.
Back up in the truck, up in the back we do it all.
Amaaanaayayy.
Gucci pant, Louis pants, swagger.
Bentley, hit me for a pretty ass player.
Yeah, drop top swagger like yeah.
Holla out WOO, like Rick Flair,
Swag, swag! I look like Vince McMahon.
Gettin' money, I'm look like Peter Pan.
Swagswag. I got the Death Note Swag.
That anime swag put a respectable black person in beeeeenaaaiiiii!
Bitch I look like Go-ku!
Ridin' in my old school, smokin' up the protoss.
Back up on the track, DREEEEEEEEEE!!!!
I don't give a fuck because I'm breakin' up the cerebellum.
Back up on the track, I'm the twitter king.
I got shit you ain't ever seen.
Soulja hit 'em high like kong.
Soulja, soulja, soulja, soulja, when I'm broke.
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Čet 05 Nov 2020, 16:04
"Grammy"
(feat. Ester Dean)
[Soulja Boy: Talking]
[Ester Dean:]
What do you want from me
Because I've giving you everything
What do you need from me
Are you not happy with anything
[Soulja Boy]
Party like a rockstar
Hit em with?
Fast like a nascar
Lyin like my dash car
I deserve a grammy
Will I fly away or land on Miami
I don't have time to rhyme
But I do have time to grind
SOD pirates I don't need a hook
My lyrics illustrated versus takin from a book
I understand the fans
Supply and demand
Crunk and command
Fight and we'll stand
Lyrics from a true legion
Live a life to god blessings
Big papers long acres
Top flight no security
Black ice on me call a jury
Yahh trick yahh trick and we call it magic
My style may change u can call it drastic
Money so long? measures
I love my business and I love my pleasure
Live now dies later Internet genius
Self proclaimin he a?for the fortunate of fame
He'll run through the rain
For a meanin to change
Taking over the game
18 years old wid a drop top phantom
Kidnap the world till they pay my ransom
Deandre way? tatted on my face
4 words 2 say
I deserve a grammy
[Ester Dean:]
What do you want from me
Cause I've giving you everything
What do you need from me
Are you not happy with anything
Is it not good enough
Am I not good enough
Have I not gave enough
What do you want from me [2x]
(feat. Ester Dean)
[Soulja Boy: Talking]
[Ester Dean:]
What do you want from me
Because I've giving you everything
What do you need from me
Are you not happy with anything
[Soulja Boy]
Party like a rockstar
Hit em with?
Fast like a nascar
Lyin like my dash car
I deserve a grammy
Will I fly away or land on Miami
I don't have time to rhyme
But I do have time to grind
SOD pirates I don't need a hook
My lyrics illustrated versus takin from a book
I understand the fans
Supply and demand
Crunk and command
Fight and we'll stand
Lyrics from a true legion
Live a life to god blessings
Big papers long acres
Top flight no security
Black ice on me call a jury
Yahh trick yahh trick and we call it magic
My style may change u can call it drastic
Money so long? measures
I love my business and I love my pleasure
Live now dies later Internet genius
Self proclaimin he a?for the fortunate of fame
He'll run through the rain
For a meanin to change
Taking over the game
18 years old wid a drop top phantom
Kidnap the world till they pay my ransom
Deandre way? tatted on my face
4 words 2 say
I deserve a grammy
[Ester Dean:]
What do you want from me
Cause I've giving you everything
What do you need from me
Are you not happy with anything
Is it not good enough
Am I not good enough
Have I not gave enough
What do you want from me [2x]
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Čet 05 Nov 2020, 16:05
"Great Seal"
Poured up in the asphalt
Fuck these niggers talking about?
Many abide, a large amount
More we serve them, offer our houses
It's time that we show our district we been spent in
It's time that we go in and show them we went in
Twenty twelve, we smashing
Ocean Gang, we splashing
All of this money
Make it like it's magic
Fuck what you heard cause you can't check my pockets
When I drive this here, it's a topic
It's a pocket
It's a profit
Pretty Boy gangster
Yeah Pretty Boy goblin
Pretty Boy moving
Yeah Pretty boy mobbing
Nigger won't be then
You know it's no squashing
Fuck is he talking?
Yeah I'm on they're jet
Yeah I'm over seas
Yeah she give me neck
Yeah in bathroom I swaged her with tattoos
You talk shit, huh
Nigger we will bless you
Blast do
Yeah he ain't even worth it
Nigger talking but he can't check that we're fit
When I'm south side
Riding, you see me
When I'm on the west side
Post it on their TV
Niggers want to be me
I'm moving in 3D
I'm so swaged up
These niggers can't see me
Fuck what you heard bitch
If Soulja on swag doe
Fifty thirteen KP raw bro what's happening?
Tell her we smashing the city on b small
I pulled up in Maseratti
Don't hold looking like he's on
Goddamn, she's throw
Hoe hitting my phone
But wish funk a soldier
I ride around with three phones
Dope boy swag
Swag out the asphalt
Don't nigger keep on asking
I'm a give them what they ask for
Pulled up in a tour bus
Followed by an armored truck
Followed by that Bentley
In the back of that old armored truck
Goddamn you the Little Dre
Check on one hundred K
Fuck what you heard
I'm his son, the wing man
Nigger know I'm dead nigger
I fuck around with John Doe
Jane popped up
And make your click take her swim doe
Clearing out the lobby
Death warts a young low
I don't move sloppy
Killers in Toronto
Niggers hit my phone once they're going to be a mission
Mission accomplished
Bitch that's a ticket
Soulja Boy tell them
You know I'm on cloud nine
On the west cost
They looking for us now
Nine on my hip, I don't slip
I'm a blast it
You talking there fuck shit
Your body ain't casket
Soulja Boy tell them
Fifty thirteen
Now fuck off with KP
We get green in-between
These fucking niggers can't see me
Cause I'm so outer space
Bitch I'm on Mars
All night fuck around catch that case
I'm flying in on my jet though
I'm flying in on my flown car
Goddamn this Little Dre
So I'm like a movie star
My life is a film dog
Goddamn I'm in though
Soulja Boy tell them
Where is the killers
Call up my niggers
They'll kill you first thriller
We dump your damn body
Off up in that river
I came out the ocean
My third eye is open
Really is nothing
My whole click is stunning
Ocean Gang nigger
You know we get cash homes
Hoped out that water
Then I turn my splash on
Goddamn you little Dre
Double cut my starter foam
Everybody getting high
Dirty spiting no patron
Fuck what you heard bitch
My mansion's a ball it
Fuck what you heard bitch
Don't girl keep on them calling
Fuck what you heard
Louie V on my wallet
Niggers that's rat's racks
MCM bad pat
And I take off
Shout's out they jay clean
We get so much money
For what don't nigger think
Hit my phone line
They up on my phone line
You know that I do shine
You know that I do grind
That I do time
We take a note
Poured up in the asphalt
Fuck these niggers talking about?
Many abide, a large amount
More we serve them, offer our houses
It's time that we show our district we been spent in
It's time that we go in and show them we went in
Twenty twelve, we smashing
Ocean Gang, we splashing
All of this money
Make it like it's magic
Fuck what you heard cause you can't check my pockets
When I drive this here, it's a topic
It's a pocket
It's a profit
Pretty Boy gangster
Yeah Pretty Boy goblin
Pretty Boy moving
Yeah Pretty boy mobbing
Nigger won't be then
You know it's no squashing
Fuck is he talking?
Yeah I'm on they're jet
Yeah I'm over seas
Yeah she give me neck
Yeah in bathroom I swaged her with tattoos
You talk shit, huh
Nigger we will bless you
Blast do
Yeah he ain't even worth it
Nigger talking but he can't check that we're fit
When I'm south side
Riding, you see me
When I'm on the west side
Post it on their TV
Niggers want to be me
I'm moving in 3D
I'm so swaged up
These niggers can't see me
Fuck what you heard bitch
If Soulja on swag doe
Fifty thirteen KP raw bro what's happening?
Tell her we smashing the city on b small
I pulled up in Maseratti
Don't hold looking like he's on
Goddamn, she's throw
Hoe hitting my phone
But wish funk a soldier
I ride around with three phones
Dope boy swag
Swag out the asphalt
Don't nigger keep on asking
I'm a give them what they ask for
Pulled up in a tour bus
Followed by an armored truck
Followed by that Bentley
In the back of that old armored truck
Goddamn you the Little Dre
Check on one hundred K
Fuck what you heard
I'm his son, the wing man
Nigger know I'm dead nigger
I fuck around with John Doe
Jane popped up
And make your click take her swim doe
Clearing out the lobby
Death warts a young low
I don't move sloppy
Killers in Toronto
Niggers hit my phone once they're going to be a mission
Mission accomplished
Bitch that's a ticket
Soulja Boy tell them
You know I'm on cloud nine
On the west cost
They looking for us now
Nine on my hip, I don't slip
I'm a blast it
You talking there fuck shit
Your body ain't casket
Soulja Boy tell them
Fifty thirteen
Now fuck off with KP
We get green in-between
These fucking niggers can't see me
Cause I'm so outer space
Bitch I'm on Mars
All night fuck around catch that case
I'm flying in on my jet though
I'm flying in on my flown car
Goddamn this Little Dre
So I'm like a movie star
My life is a film dog
Goddamn I'm in though
Soulja Boy tell them
Where is the killers
Call up my niggers
They'll kill you first thriller
We dump your damn body
Off up in that river
I came out the ocean
My third eye is open
Really is nothing
My whole click is stunning
Ocean Gang nigger
You know we get cash homes
Hoped out that water
Then I turn my splash on
Goddamn you little Dre
Double cut my starter foam
Everybody getting high
Dirty spiting no patron
Fuck what you heard bitch
My mansion's a ball it
Fuck what you heard bitch
Don't girl keep on them calling
Fuck what you heard
Louie V on my wallet
Niggers that's rat's racks
MCM bad pat
And I take off
Shout's out they jay clean
We get so much money
For what don't nigger think
Hit my phone line
They up on my phone line
You know that I do shine
You know that I do grind
That I do time
We take a note
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Čet 05 Nov 2020, 16:05
"Grinding"
This for all my niggers out there getting money
Fuck a hater, let's get it
Grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding
Everyday I'm grinding
Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw
Nigger I'm an outlaw
Grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding
Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw
Nigger I'm an outlaw
Motherfucker don't play with me
Came out the water with a fucking pistol
I'm too official, niggers talking shit
But I'm taking up just back a missile
Niggers talking shit, next day he missing
Nigger dicing he's a bitch nigger
You're a fuck nigger got no loyal
Came out the ground just like oil
Niggers talking shit, but where I'm found
Nigger up in Bay Town
Where the bad business goes suddenly up
And a chopper holds like eighty rounds
Pussy nigger don't want beef
Nigger knock out your fucking teeth
Tattoos on my V neck
DJ cal it we the best
Money roll like marijuana
Bitch I'm up in California
Niggers talking that fuck shit
... run up on them
Soldier tell them I'm the truth
Bitch you know I got the juice
Bitch I grind everyday
Mother fuck that shit I'm getting paid
Grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding
Everyday I'm grinding
Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw
Nigger I'm an outlaw
Working bait let's do it major
Every day get into the paper
They got that little Chopper
Who fuck niggers
Want to fuck the players
Get on my
Grind!
You niggers is
Grind!
Why? We're just
Grind!
Get here with the
Grind!
Every day I grind
[?]
Nine
Splash
On my tiny
Splash!
Skinny
Splash!
Ass rich
Splash!
Fuck us out the club
Winning
With the money on that bitch
Winning
Swimming
Outlaw, outlaw
Bitch I told that girl for fur
[?]
Money in my pockets
Twenty twelve on million leeks, I'm making hits
Put you on that base and shit
Know what I clang and I bang
With the ocean gang
Fuck nigger I'm a make you rich
My swag makes the haters sick
God, bitches I can take a pick
Coming hard like a hundred bricks
Look like I hit a hundred leeks
You can't fuck with that soldier shit
Know her more I control your bitch
Nigger you know what it is
Twenty twelve I'm going in
At golf I'm born to win
Grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding
Everyday I'm grinding
Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw
Nigger I'm an outlaw
This for all my niggers out there getting money
Fuck a hater, let's get it
Grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding
Everyday I'm grinding
Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw
Nigger I'm an outlaw
Grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding
Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw
Nigger I'm an outlaw
Motherfucker don't play with me
Came out the water with a fucking pistol
I'm too official, niggers talking shit
But I'm taking up just back a missile
Niggers talking shit, next day he missing
Nigger dicing he's a bitch nigger
You're a fuck nigger got no loyal
Came out the ground just like oil
Niggers talking shit, but where I'm found
Nigger up in Bay Town
Where the bad business goes suddenly up
And a chopper holds like eighty rounds
Pussy nigger don't want beef
Nigger knock out your fucking teeth
Tattoos on my V neck
DJ cal it we the best
Money roll like marijuana
Bitch I'm up in California
Niggers talking that fuck shit
... run up on them
Soldier tell them I'm the truth
Bitch you know I got the juice
Bitch I grind everyday
Mother fuck that shit I'm getting paid
Grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding
Everyday I'm grinding
Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw
Nigger I'm an outlaw
Working bait let's do it major
Every day get into the paper
They got that little Chopper
Who fuck niggers
Want to fuck the players
Get on my
Grind!
You niggers is
Grind!
Why? We're just
Grind!
Get here with the
Grind!
Every day I grind
[?]
Nine
Splash
On my tiny
Splash!
Skinny
Splash!
Ass rich
Splash!
Fuck us out the club
Winning
With the money on that bitch
Winning
Swimming
Outlaw, outlaw
Bitch I told that girl for fur
[?]
Money in my pockets
Twenty twelve on million leeks, I'm making hits
Put you on that base and shit
Know what I clang and I bang
With the ocean gang
Fuck nigger I'm a make you rich
My swag makes the haters sick
God, bitches I can take a pick
Coming hard like a hundred bricks
Look like I hit a hundred leeks
You can't fuck with that soldier shit
Know her more I control your bitch
Nigger you know what it is
Twenty twelve I'm going in
At golf I'm born to win
Grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding
Everyday I'm grinding
Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw
Nigger I'm an outlaw
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Čet 05 Nov 2020, 16:05
"Guap"
[Intro:]
Soulja
Young Beezy
Foreign
Foreign the movie
Welcome to the trap
SODMG the mafia
K family, Billionaires
That nigga too dizzy
Leggo
Zone 1, Sosa rolled, stand up
[Verse 1:]
Wake up in the morning thinking bout that guap
Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot
Sunk ass nigga with a O knot
I'm a young ass nigga by the whole block
Pull that back man
Ayo play that again man
You know what I'm sayin?
Soulja
Young Beezy
Foreign
Foreign the movie
Welcome to the trap
SODMG the mafia
K family, Billionaires
That nigga too dizzy
Leggo
Zone 1, Sosa rolled, stand up
[Verse 2:]
Wake up in the morning thinking bout that guap
Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot
Sunk ass nigga with a O knot
I'm a young ass nigga by the whole block
Trap going crazy for that nigga Soulja
Bitch I'm bout a chick, I went and crashed the Rover
Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens
Catch me in my kitchen and I'm water whippin
Think again plays like it ain't shit
Ridin through my hood with the K with no brakes bitch
40 on my face, getting cash
Catch me in the hood, Gucci sky mask
10 chains I done copped em for the summer
4 cellphones as I'm hoppin out my Hummer
Got no stendos if you want attention
I think he want attention, I think that nigga snitchin
[Hook:]
Guap, guap, guap, guap
I'm getting guap, guap, guap, guap
I'm getting guap, guap, guap, guap
And if you ain't getting guap then you fuckin need to start
Guap, guap, guap, guap
I'm getting guap, guap, guap, guap
I'm getting guap, guap, guap, guap
And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start
[Verse 3:]
5 cellphones, I ain't got a landline
Kushed up and my eye red
Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands
Catch me in the hood and I'm leanin off that kickstand
Still hittin plays, call me Lil Dre
Ridin down the highway on a Friday
I need it my way, I need 9 trays
Pull up to my trap, I full plays
I'm still bustin jewels, everything good
Four Cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood
West side, zone 1, who want the Anna?
Scarface 6, Tony Montana
[Hook 2:]
Guap, guap, guap, guap
I'm getting guap, guap, guap, guap
I'm getting guap, guap, guap, guap
And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start
I'm getting guap, guap, guap, guap
I'm getting guap, guap, guap, guap
I'm getting guap, guap, guap, guap
And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start
[Verse 4:]
Shorty lookin in my way, it's Lil Dre
I think I caught it for the rim, I be my fuckin ways
It ain't really nothing, I'm still swaggin
Lambo, 2 door, ready for the action
Hangin out the window, I might get the blast
Everybody know SOD be set
Still hittin plays, thinkin bout the billion
Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling
[Intro:]
Soulja
Young Beezy
Foreign
Foreign the movie
Welcome to the trap
SODMG the mafia
K family, Billionaires
That nigga too dizzy
Leggo
Zone 1, Sosa rolled, stand up
[Verse 1:]
Wake up in the morning thinking bout that guap
Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot
Sunk ass nigga with a O knot
I'm a young ass nigga by the whole block
Pull that back man
Ayo play that again man
You know what I'm sayin?
Soulja
Young Beezy
Foreign
Foreign the movie
Welcome to the trap
SODMG the mafia
K family, Billionaires
That nigga too dizzy
Leggo
Zone 1, Sosa rolled, stand up
[Verse 2:]
Wake up in the morning thinking bout that guap
Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot
Sunk ass nigga with a O knot
I'm a young ass nigga by the whole block
Trap going crazy for that nigga Soulja
Bitch I'm bout a chick, I went and crashed the Rover
Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens
Catch me in my kitchen and I'm water whippin
Think again plays like it ain't shit
Ridin through my hood with the K with no brakes bitch
40 on my face, getting cash
Catch me in the hood, Gucci sky mask
10 chains I done copped em for the summer
4 cellphones as I'm hoppin out my Hummer
Got no stendos if you want attention
I think he want attention, I think that nigga snitchin
[Hook:]
Guap, guap, guap, guap
I'm getting guap, guap, guap, guap
I'm getting guap, guap, guap, guap
And if you ain't getting guap then you fuckin need to start
Guap, guap, guap, guap
I'm getting guap, guap, guap, guap
I'm getting guap, guap, guap, guap
And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start
[Verse 3:]
5 cellphones, I ain't got a landline
Kushed up and my eye red
Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands
Catch me in the hood and I'm leanin off that kickstand
Still hittin plays, call me Lil Dre
Ridin down the highway on a Friday
I need it my way, I need 9 trays
Pull up to my trap, I full plays
I'm still bustin jewels, everything good
Four Cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood
West side, zone 1, who want the Anna?
Scarface 6, Tony Montana
[Hook 2:]
Guap, guap, guap, guap
I'm getting guap, guap, guap, guap
I'm getting guap, guap, guap, guap
And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start
I'm getting guap, guap, guap, guap
I'm getting guap, guap, guap, guap
I'm getting guap, guap, guap, guap
And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start
[Verse 4:]
Shorty lookin in my way, it's Lil Dre
I think I caught it for the rim, I be my fuckin ways
It ain't really nothing, I'm still swaggin
Lambo, 2 door, ready for the action
Hangin out the window, I might get the blast
Everybody know SOD be set
Still hittin plays, thinkin bout the billion
Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Čet 05 Nov 2020, 16:05
"Guap Down"
They see me on the stage they say I'm guaped down
50k upon my neck say I'm guaped down
Riding in that foreign whip, they say I'm guaped down
10 chains 10 rings, say I'm guaped down
Say I'm guaped down, say I'm guaped down
Say I'm guaped down, say I'm guaped down
10 chains, 10 bricks, say I'm guaped out
10 rangs, 10 whips, say I'm guaped out
10 chains 10 rings, say I'm guaped down
Pull up in the green lambo like what now
Bands in my pocket, belt faragamo
I be cooking bricks, I be making'
Breaking down the brick, turn a brick to...
And I'm riding with the hunned round drum
Soulja boy he say he got what you need
I be on kush and codeine
I be stacking bricks in my dreams
I be hitting licks cause I'm a king
Young dre, he rock a Jesus piece
Gucci on my hand, louie v my sleeve
Pull up to the hood I cop it by the 3
You know what they say that dealt cause in 3's
So I suicide my whip, suicide my chain, suicide my rang
Lil dre soulja boy the king
I'm standing on this set they say I'm guaped down
50k upon my neck say I'm guaped down
Riding in that foreign whip, they say I'm guaped down
10 rangs, 10 whips, say I'm guaped out
Say I'm guaped down, say I'm guaped down
Say I'm guaped down, say I'm guaped down
10 chains, 10 bricks, say I'm guaped out
10 rangs, 10 whips, say I'm guaped out
10 chains 10 rings, say I'm guaped down
Pull up panamera, and a nigga flexin
Yeah I call this shit, soulja super flexin
God on neck, diamond in my vic
And I make it rain, cause I got a check
Y'all little flicks, young guaped down
Young guaped out, when I'm on town
When I'm on your head, when I'm in my bed
Pull up when I hit the vip... lego
And I take the baking soda, and I slang cheese
And I hit the client door, and I order whip
Guaped down, riding down the vegas strip
Big ass pistol hanging off my hip
Young dre rocka rap rollin with the k
Faragamo on my belt I coped it yesterday
Ak 47 and I throw away
Guap, maine
I'm standing on this set they say I'm guaped down
50k upon my neck say I'm guaped down
Riding in that foreign whip, they say I'm guaped down
10 rangs, 10 whips, say I'm guaped out
Say I'm guaped down, say I'm guaped down
Say I'm guaped down, say I'm guaped down
10 chains, 10 bricks, say I'm guaped out
10 rangs, 10 whips, say I'm guaped out
10 chains 10 rings, say I'm guaped down.
They see me on the stage they say I'm guaped down
50k upon my neck say I'm guaped down
Riding in that foreign whip, they say I'm guaped down
10 chains 10 rings, say I'm guaped down
Say I'm guaped down, say I'm guaped down
Say I'm guaped down, say I'm guaped down
10 chains, 10 bricks, say I'm guaped out
10 rangs, 10 whips, say I'm guaped out
10 chains 10 rings, say I'm guaped down
Pull up in the green lambo like what now
Bands in my pocket, belt faragamo
I be cooking bricks, I be making'
Breaking down the brick, turn a brick to...
And I'm riding with the hunned round drum
Soulja boy he say he got what you need
I be on kush and codeine
I be stacking bricks in my dreams
I be hitting licks cause I'm a king
Young dre, he rock a Jesus piece
Gucci on my hand, louie v my sleeve
Pull up to the hood I cop it by the 3
You know what they say that dealt cause in 3's
So I suicide my whip, suicide my chain, suicide my rang
Lil dre soulja boy the king
I'm standing on this set they say I'm guaped down
50k upon my neck say I'm guaped down
Riding in that foreign whip, they say I'm guaped down
10 rangs, 10 whips, say I'm guaped out
Say I'm guaped down, say I'm guaped down
Say I'm guaped down, say I'm guaped down
10 chains, 10 bricks, say I'm guaped out
10 rangs, 10 whips, say I'm guaped out
10 chains 10 rings, say I'm guaped down
Pull up panamera, and a nigga flexin
Yeah I call this shit, soulja super flexin
God on neck, diamond in my vic
And I make it rain, cause I got a check
Y'all little flicks, young guaped down
Young guaped out, when I'm on town
When I'm on your head, when I'm in my bed
Pull up when I hit the vip... lego
And I take the baking soda, and I slang cheese
And I hit the client door, and I order whip
Guaped down, riding down the vegas strip
Big ass pistol hanging off my hip
Young dre rocka rap rollin with the k
Faragamo on my belt I coped it yesterday
Ak 47 and I throw away
Guap, maine
I'm standing on this set they say I'm guaped down
50k upon my neck say I'm guaped down
Riding in that foreign whip, they say I'm guaped down
10 rangs, 10 whips, say I'm guaped out
Say I'm guaped down, say I'm guaped down
Say I'm guaped down, say I'm guaped down
10 chains, 10 bricks, say I'm guaped out
10 rangs, 10 whips, say I'm guaped out
10 chains 10 rings, say I'm guaped down.
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Čet 05 Nov 2020, 16:05
"Gucci Bandanna"
(feat. Gucci Mane, Shawty Lo)
[Soulja Boy Speaking:]
Soulja Boy Tellem
[Chorus:]
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna
[Soulja Boy:]
It's Soulja Boy Tellem,
I fuck with Shawty Low,
I fuck with Rocco,
Gucci head to toe,
Chain on chill (chill),
Watch on freeze (freeze),
A pound a purp got me looking like Chinese,
Gucci Shades, but they still can't hide me,
Hit the club, seventeen with no ID,
Damn! I changed up the format,
Welcome to my crib,
Leave your shoes at the doormat,
Uhh, and ain't this Beat tight,
Chains say hello,
Watch say goodnight,
And I still look right,
This is the good life,
Gucci Bandanna just to make me look tight
[Chorus:]
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
[Gucci Mane:]
Gucci Bandanna,
Call me Gucci Montel,
Gucci girl with me,
Gucci bag,
Gucci sandles,
She too hot to handle,
Hot sex, burning candles,
Gucci Mane a player,
Gucci shopping this extravagant,
Gucci Mane drive a drop top red phantom,
And my bed got them super size Gucci spreads,
Pull up to the hood,
Stop and let them jock Gucci,
Broads jock Gucci, cause Gucci, just Gucci,
Yeah my boxer briefs,
Equipped with double G's,
Gucci key chain,
Holding on my Gucci keys,
Gucci down all the time in the summer time,
I'm Gucci Mane,
You would think that was my clothing line,
GUCCI
[Chorus:]
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey
[Shawty Lo:]
Shawty Lo,
I really want a Lanna,
Scarf on my neck,
Gucci Bandanna,
N*****s talking slick,
They filled with anmnem,
But I don't care,
So Got damn ya,
This biggest watch,
Costs more than yours,
I built a house,
You can't afford,
It's Stupid Big,
It got an ocean view, it's way up there,
I look down on you,
We flexed down here,
That's what we do,
Get in our way,
I flex on you,
You acting monkey,
We keep bannanas,
Dem goons with me,
Rocking bandanna,
[Chorus:]
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey
(feat. Gucci Mane, Shawty Lo)
[Soulja Boy Speaking:]
Soulja Boy Tellem
[Chorus:]
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna
[Soulja Boy:]
It's Soulja Boy Tellem,
I fuck with Shawty Low,
I fuck with Rocco,
Gucci head to toe,
Chain on chill (chill),
Watch on freeze (freeze),
A pound a purp got me looking like Chinese,
Gucci Shades, but they still can't hide me,
Hit the club, seventeen with no ID,
Damn! I changed up the format,
Welcome to my crib,
Leave your shoes at the doormat,
Uhh, and ain't this Beat tight,
Chains say hello,
Watch say goodnight,
And I still look right,
This is the good life,
Gucci Bandanna just to make me look tight
[Chorus:]
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
[Gucci Mane:]
Gucci Bandanna,
Call me Gucci Montel,
Gucci girl with me,
Gucci bag,
Gucci sandles,
She too hot to handle,
Hot sex, burning candles,
Gucci Mane a player,
Gucci shopping this extravagant,
Gucci Mane drive a drop top red phantom,
And my bed got them super size Gucci spreads,
Pull up to the hood,
Stop and let them jock Gucci,
Broads jock Gucci, cause Gucci, just Gucci,
Yeah my boxer briefs,
Equipped with double G's,
Gucci key chain,
Holding on my Gucci keys,
Gucci down all the time in the summer time,
I'm Gucci Mane,
You would think that was my clothing line,
GUCCI
[Chorus:]
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey
[Shawty Lo:]
Shawty Lo,
I really want a Lanna,
Scarf on my neck,
Gucci Bandanna,
N*****s talking slick,
They filled with anmnem,
But I don't care,
So Got damn ya,
This biggest watch,
Costs more than yours,
I built a house,
You can't afford,
It's Stupid Big,
It got an ocean view, it's way up there,
I look down on you,
We flexed down here,
That's what we do,
Get in our way,
I flex on you,
You acting monkey,
We keep bannanas,
Dem goons with me,
Rocking bandanna,
[Chorus:]
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna,
Ey, Gucci Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna, Ey
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Pet 13 Nov 2020, 14:17
"Harder"
[Hook:]
Man we do this shit the long way blowing on the dope
The strong way, harder, harder, harder, harder, harder, harder, harder, harder [x2]
[Verse 1:]
Man I know that I'm the shit cause these niggas be playing
My flow, my trap, my beats, my rap
Harder, harder, hard hard and hardest
Pull up in that black thing I'm looking like a goblin
Man these niggas out here stunting
Niggas out here flexing ain't really getting money
Man we do this shit the long way
Pull up in a Bentley it's kush up in the ashtray
I be swaggin' on a bad day
Pull up in that black thang like I'm the man mayne
Interscope came and signed me
1 mill on the contract don't need to remind me
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Man I'm back up on my rap shit
Posted up in my Black Jaguar on some trap shit
Man my niggas on some real shit
My solders on this battle field, on some kill shit
I fuck around and hit the kill switch
Shooting like Call of Duty, with my real bitch
I swear to God that we hit licks
One day one night, I'm talking six trips
I'm an artist in the making man
I'm a masterpiece walking in a living man
I be stunting like a ceiling fan
Going in the circle and I'm killing them
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
They be like, "Soulja Boy we waiting man"
I be on the block with the nation man
This is what I do my dog
I'm on the block and I gotta stack it all
This what I'm really in
Stacking up my money and my dividends
For real man I've been the man
Posted on the block with the activist
Niggas know it's happening
This ain't no warrant even bruh this a statue dig
Focused with my main chick
Doing What I Want To Entertainment
And I am flexing
My beat go so hard on my necklace
In the hood I check in
Cash out on a chicken
Pull up in a Bentley
Niggas think they really flexing
I pull up drop top, I'm flexing
Ain't no reason man I'm on it
I'm smoking kush and I'm living in the moment
Pull up what the move is
Make a movie stunting in jacuzzis
Real talk I'm on deck
6 pounds of kush got me rolling
Pull up to the block rims slow man
This just what I do dog
I go so hard I'm off the loose dog
I pull up and I'm like "Screw y'all"
I'm on TV and I'm on that Screw dog
Call me Soulja Boy Beezy
Or call me Soulja Beezy
I post up making it happen man
Running across the train tracks
Smoking on that main shit I be sipping
Sipping on that acti'
Pull up in a muthafucking taxi
Posted hard with the block doe
SOD man my block getting hot ho
Niggas flexing they don't want to
I'm on the block getting money with my partners
We at the table eating lobster
I'm smoked out leaned out and I'm popping
Niggas talking bout "He dropping"
I don't give a fuck about them because they flopping
All my gangster shit be popping
I'm on the stage 30 racks for the option
60 racks just so mandatory
Coming and I'm swinging like I'm Madden Tory
This shit been going in my inventory
I've been going ham [?]
Stacking at the top man
Getting all this muthafucking guowp man
I hit the block I'm looking like, "Hi hater"
30 million dollars and a skyscraper
[Hook:]
Man we do this shit the long way blowing on the dope
The strong way, harder, harder, harder, harder, harder, harder, harder, harder [x2]
[Verse 1:]
Man I know that I'm the shit cause these niggas be playing
My flow, my trap, my beats, my rap
Harder, harder, hard hard and hardest
Pull up in that black thing I'm looking like a goblin
Man these niggas out here stunting
Niggas out here flexing ain't really getting money
Man we do this shit the long way
Pull up in a Bentley it's kush up in the ashtray
I be swaggin' on a bad day
Pull up in that black thang like I'm the man mayne
Interscope came and signed me
1 mill on the contract don't need to remind me
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Man I'm back up on my rap shit
Posted up in my Black Jaguar on some trap shit
Man my niggas on some real shit
My solders on this battle field, on some kill shit
I fuck around and hit the kill switch
Shooting like Call of Duty, with my real bitch
I swear to God that we hit licks
One day one night, I'm talking six trips
I'm an artist in the making man
I'm a masterpiece walking in a living man
I be stunting like a ceiling fan
Going in the circle and I'm killing them
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
They be like, "Soulja Boy we waiting man"
I be on the block with the nation man
This is what I do my dog
I'm on the block and I gotta stack it all
This what I'm really in
Stacking up my money and my dividends
For real man I've been the man
Posted on the block with the activist
Niggas know it's happening
This ain't no warrant even bruh this a statue dig
Focused with my main chick
Doing What I Want To Entertainment
And I am flexing
My beat go so hard on my necklace
In the hood I check in
Cash out on a chicken
Pull up in a Bentley
Niggas think they really flexing
I pull up drop top, I'm flexing
Ain't no reason man I'm on it
I'm smoking kush and I'm living in the moment
Pull up what the move is
Make a movie stunting in jacuzzis
Real talk I'm on deck
6 pounds of kush got me rolling
Pull up to the block rims slow man
This just what I do dog
I go so hard I'm off the loose dog
I pull up and I'm like "Screw y'all"
I'm on TV and I'm on that Screw dog
Call me Soulja Boy Beezy
Or call me Soulja Beezy
I post up making it happen man
Running across the train tracks
Smoking on that main shit I be sipping
Sipping on that acti'
Pull up in a muthafucking taxi
Posted hard with the block doe
SOD man my block getting hot ho
Niggas flexing they don't want to
I'm on the block getting money with my partners
We at the table eating lobster
I'm smoked out leaned out and I'm popping
Niggas talking bout "He dropping"
I don't give a fuck about them because they flopping
All my gangster shit be popping
I'm on the stage 30 racks for the option
60 racks just so mandatory
Coming and I'm swinging like I'm Madden Tory
This shit been going in my inventory
I've been going ham [?]
Stacking at the top man
Getting all this muthafucking guowp man
I hit the block I'm looking like, "Hi hater"
30 million dollars and a skyscraper
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Pet 13 Nov 2020, 14:18
"Headed To A check"
Uh, Soulja
I whip a Maserati
Soulja
King Soulja the mixtape, King Soulja the movie
Gwap ah
Wake up in the morning and I'm headed to a check (bands)
Always gotta count that money when I flex (damn)
Wake up in the morning and I'm headed to a check (okay)
Countin up them sacks (sacks), flexin with the check (the check)
I'm headed to a check check, I'm headed to a check check
I'm headed to a check check, on my way to a check
I'm headed to a check check, I'm headed to a check check
I'm headed to a check on my way to a check hey
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy
Bands in my pocket pocket, 9 mm
Bitch I'm shootin lil rockets
Pull up to the car show, I'm springin, I got springers
Lil Dreg on ball and that's on everything (who that? Who that?)
Woke up in a Gati, whip a Maserati
Porsche game clean Dre, but my whip gonna slap me
Money Gang retarded, bitch don't get me started
If I T on the Challenge I swear I'm gon call it
Soulja I ball, ridin down that highway
Got the drop top Maybach sittin in the driveway
Hit the secret Sundays, ballin to the Monday
Flexin so hard, Soulja Boy be gwapin
Yea gwap gwap, pull up to the trap trap
Bitch I got blocks blocks
Bitch I got knocks uh
Gucci on my socks, Louie on my boxers
SOD, Rich Gang, we took over boy
I'm headed to a check check, I'm headed to a check check
I'm headed to a check check, on my way to a check
I'm headed to a check, I'm headed to a check
I'm headed to a check on my way to a check hey
Gwap
Gwap
SOD
King King
They takin pictures, putting that shit on Instagram
500 racks that's Amsterdam
Swervin in that foreign Porsche, all through highly worried
Hopping out that in and out, I'm smoking on this kush (Soulja)
Call Soulja Beezy B or call me Rich Gang Soulja Boy
Soulja Boy, bricks on bricks on bricks, that's what I Soulja Boy
Ridin through the hood, everything all good
2-15's in my trunk, sounding like Jurassic Park
Ridin through my city and I'm cut through hittin scar
SOD get money, I will tear your life apart
I flex, Cuban links on neck, boy done jet
Hop up off the private plane, I'm smoking on that Mary Jane, 3-16 like hurricane
Soulja Boy spit fire flame (you ain't lying)
Inside that drop top Porsche
I am, I do, (I'm just doing my thing boy)
Check, I'm headed to a check (gwap)
Headed to a check, money headed to a check
On the way to a check, headed to a check (bands)
Headed to a check (sacks)
Headed to a check (bags) yea
Uh, Soulja
I whip a Maserati
Soulja
King Soulja the mixtape, King Soulja the movie
Gwap ah
Wake up in the morning and I'm headed to a check (bands)
Always gotta count that money when I flex (damn)
Wake up in the morning and I'm headed to a check (okay)
Countin up them sacks (sacks), flexin with the check (the check)
I'm headed to a check check, I'm headed to a check check
I'm headed to a check check, on my way to a check
I'm headed to a check check, I'm headed to a check check
I'm headed to a check on my way to a check hey
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy
Bands in my pocket pocket, 9 mm
Bitch I'm shootin lil rockets
Pull up to the car show, I'm springin, I got springers
Lil Dreg on ball and that's on everything (who that? Who that?)
Woke up in a Gati, whip a Maserati
Porsche game clean Dre, but my whip gonna slap me
Money Gang retarded, bitch don't get me started
If I T on the Challenge I swear I'm gon call it
Soulja I ball, ridin down that highway
Got the drop top Maybach sittin in the driveway
Hit the secret Sundays, ballin to the Monday
Flexin so hard, Soulja Boy be gwapin
Yea gwap gwap, pull up to the trap trap
Bitch I got blocks blocks
Bitch I got knocks uh
Gucci on my socks, Louie on my boxers
SOD, Rich Gang, we took over boy
I'm headed to a check check, I'm headed to a check check
I'm headed to a check check, on my way to a check
I'm headed to a check, I'm headed to a check
I'm headed to a check on my way to a check hey
Gwap
Gwap
SOD
King King
They takin pictures, putting that shit on Instagram
500 racks that's Amsterdam
Swervin in that foreign Porsche, all through highly worried
Hopping out that in and out, I'm smoking on this kush (Soulja)
Call Soulja Beezy B or call me Rich Gang Soulja Boy
Soulja Boy, bricks on bricks on bricks, that's what I Soulja Boy
Ridin through the hood, everything all good
2-15's in my trunk, sounding like Jurassic Park
Ridin through my city and I'm cut through hittin scar
SOD get money, I will tear your life apart
I flex, Cuban links on neck, boy done jet
Hop up off the private plane, I'm smoking on that Mary Jane, 3-16 like hurricane
Soulja Boy spit fire flame (you ain't lying)
Inside that drop top Porsche
I am, I do, (I'm just doing my thing boy)
Check, I'm headed to a check (gwap)
Headed to a check, money headed to a check
On the way to a check, headed to a check (bands)
Headed to a check (sacks)
Headed to a check (bags) yea
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Pet 13 Nov 2020, 14:18
"Hero"
Flexin, on 'em 28
Call me Soulja Boy, bitch I've been gettin K
I got that Scarface mansion by saltiest lake
I'm drop top in my lambo cause I'm heavyweight
Drop my top, I roll a hundred cause I'm MC Hammer
I took yo main bitch and I slammed her down in Alabama
No homo, I'm riding solo with my nigga AntonioSOD
A hundred on my chest, I make this shit look so damn easy
Dre, iced out chain
Errbody know I got 5 on my plate
Everywhere I go, bitch I rhyme to the eighth
2011, bugatti without no brakes yeah
And I came in hard
4 ice chains in that clean white car
Young Soulja Boy, I done swag so clean
8 ice chains sitting in my limousine
Flexin, on 'em 28
Call me Soulja Boy, bitch I've been gettin K
I got that Scarface mansion by saltiest lake
I'm drop top in my lambo cause I'm heavyweight
Drop my top, I roll a hundred cause I'm MC Hammer
I took yo main bitch and I slammed her down in Alabama
No homo, I'm riding solo with my nigga AntonioSOD
A hundred on my chest, I make this shit look so damn easy
Dre, iced out chain
Errbody know I got 5 on my plate
Everywhere I go, bitch I rhyme to the eighth
2011, bugatti without no brakes yeah
And I came in hard
4 ice chains in that clean white car
Young Soulja Boy, I done swag so clean
8 ice chains sitting in my limousine
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Pet 13 Nov 2020, 14:18
"Hey Cutie"
(feat. Trey Songz)
[Intro]
"Ooooh, Yonny!"
Soulja Boy TellEm
[Soulja Boy]
When I get you to that bed, me and you gon' turn up
Just like that candlelight, me and you gon' burn up
I'm on fire (fire) she get higher (higher)
Hey cutie (hey cutie) go on let me wife ya (go on let me wife ya)
I'm in the club (the club) you know it's goin down (down)
Shawty, she so bomb (bomb) baddest in town (in town)
Baddest around (around) and we can go down, down, down, dowwwn
Soulja
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Hey cutie (whattup) hey cutie (whattup)
Hey cutie, I just wanna holla
Hey cutie (whattup) hey cutie (whattup)
Hey cutie, I just wanna holla
And if you know you lookin good baby smile - baby smile
Cause you ain't have nuttin that good in a while
And I got it so hey cutie (whattup) hey cutie (whattup)
Hey cutie, I just wanna holla
[Soulja Boy]
Me and you alone in my mansion poppin bottles
Hey cutie - I just wanna holla
I just wanna change yo' life, and show you show some thangs
that you have never seen and take you to places you never been
befo', yeah here we go
Lay you on the flo', bottles of the Mo'
Go on lock the do' (yeah) yeah it's goin down
Like I said befo' (yeah) yeah it's goin down
Lay you on your back (yeah) flat on your back (yeah)
Just like that while you rub my sixpack
I say baby you so fine (fine) I swear that you a dime (dime)
I swear you on my mind, all the time
All the - DJ press rewind - yeah Soulja
[Chorus]
[Trey Songz]
Hold up hold up hold up - baby where you came from?
And if you gotta man, please tell me that he ain't come
And if he is, I'll give her you know
I'll finish where he left off, you can tell him F OFF!
Truly; your beauty won't let my eyes look away
Girl, you and your booty can come and ride me away
And if you know that you the best
lookin woman in the club say whassup (say whassup)
[Chorus]
(feat. Trey Songz)
[Intro]
"Ooooh, Yonny!"
Soulja Boy TellEm
[Soulja Boy]
When I get you to that bed, me and you gon' turn up
Just like that candlelight, me and you gon' burn up
I'm on fire (fire) she get higher (higher)
Hey cutie (hey cutie) go on let me wife ya (go on let me wife ya)
I'm in the club (the club) you know it's goin down (down)
Shawty, she so bomb (bomb) baddest in town (in town)
Baddest around (around) and we can go down, down, down, dowwwn
Soulja
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Hey cutie (whattup) hey cutie (whattup)
Hey cutie, I just wanna holla
Hey cutie (whattup) hey cutie (whattup)
Hey cutie, I just wanna holla
And if you know you lookin good baby smile - baby smile
Cause you ain't have nuttin that good in a while
And I got it so hey cutie (whattup) hey cutie (whattup)
Hey cutie, I just wanna holla
[Soulja Boy]
Me and you alone in my mansion poppin bottles
Hey cutie - I just wanna holla
I just wanna change yo' life, and show you show some thangs
that you have never seen and take you to places you never been
befo', yeah here we go
Lay you on the flo', bottles of the Mo'
Go on lock the do' (yeah) yeah it's goin down
Like I said befo' (yeah) yeah it's goin down
Lay you on your back (yeah) flat on your back (yeah)
Just like that while you rub my sixpack
I say baby you so fine (fine) I swear that you a dime (dime)
I swear you on my mind, all the time
All the - DJ press rewind - yeah Soulja
[Chorus]
[Trey Songz]
Hold up hold up hold up - baby where you came from?
And if you gotta man, please tell me that he ain't come
And if he is, I'll give her you know
I'll finish where he left off, you can tell him F OFF!
Truly; your beauty won't let my eyes look away
Girl, you and your booty can come and ride me away
And if you know that you the best
lookin woman in the club say whassup (say whassup)
[Chorus]
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Pet 13 Nov 2020, 14:18
"Hey You There"
Hey you there [x7]
I see you ova there
I see you everywhere
Come and sit right here
Hey how are you doing?
We could go see a movie
Heard you were a groupie
Jus call me next tuesday
Hey you there [x7]
I see you over there
I want you to come here
Sit down
Hey I seen you yesterday
You didn't even wave
That's why I had to say hey, hey, hey GOODBYE
You think this is funny
I think your a dummy
I have alotta money
So hey hey hey hey
Hey you there
Please her and lease her
Hey s-cc-cc- daddle
Heard you like to travel
So why won't you come her and light my (what?)
Hey you there [x3] (what you want)
Please her an lease her
Heard you like this music
Like the way I do it
Like to move it [x3]
This right here is my theme song
I bet it is your ringtone
I farted and it smelt (nasty nasty)
Like a stink bomb
Hey you there [x4] (what?)
Please her and lease her
Hey you there
Come here
I want you to come here
Please her and lease her
Hey I know you want to get me
I heard you want to lick me
My body is so sticky (nasty nasty)
Hey you there
I see you over there
I want you to come here
Please her and lease her
Chigga chigga
Hey there, Hey you there
Hey I see you over there
Please her an lease her
Hey... NO
Hey you there
Are you soulja boy?
Hey you there (what? what?)
Goodbye Goodbye
Hey you there [x7]
I see you ova there
I see you everywhere
Come and sit right here
Hey how are you doing?
We could go see a movie
Heard you were a groupie
Jus call me next tuesday
Hey you there [x7]
I see you over there
I want you to come here
Sit down
Hey I seen you yesterday
You didn't even wave
That's why I had to say hey, hey, hey GOODBYE
You think this is funny
I think your a dummy
I have alotta money
So hey hey hey hey
Hey you there
Please her and lease her
Hey s-cc-cc- daddle
Heard you like to travel
So why won't you come her and light my (what?)
Hey you there [x3] (what you want)
Please her an lease her
Heard you like this music
Like the way I do it
Like to move it [x3]
This right here is my theme song
I bet it is your ringtone
I farted and it smelt (nasty nasty)
Like a stink bomb
Hey you there [x4] (what?)
Please her and lease her
Hey you there
Come here
I want you to come here
Please her and lease her
Hey I know you want to get me
I heard you want to lick me
My body is so sticky (nasty nasty)
Hey you there
I see you over there
I want you to come here
Please her and lease her
Chigga chigga
Hey there, Hey you there
Hey I see you over there
Please her an lease her
Hey... NO
Hey you there
Are you soulja boy?
Hey you there (what? what?)
Goodbye Goodbye
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Pet 13 Nov 2020, 14:18
"Hold You Down"
(feat. Snoop Dogg)
[Chorus:]
Let me hold you down
Down
Uugh uugh
Aye girl why you with that dress tonight?
I swear to god it got you looking right (swag)
It's not a problem I can spend tonight
It's up too you I can make fly tonight (swag)
I did you wrong but we can make it right
Don't be scared babe I don't bite
I call you babe just to be polite
And if you tell me yes then it's a green light
I kiss your body and lick you with ice
I perform you with no stage fright
You say you love me and it's all right
I love you to from the first side (baby)
My tongue in your mouth like a cavity (aye)
Baby hold me down like gravity (aye)
One way together it's a masterpiece
But one way apart it's a tragedy soulja!
[Chorus:]
Let me hold you down
Down
Babygirl she said she just graduated from veags
Privat jet to orlando and let us see my ankles
She used to be here's but I had to take her
Now we portside watchin him he played the lakers
Whenever goes up (up) must go down (down)
That's why we in the situation that we here now
Meet me at the alter girl in your wedding gown
You can be my queen come and get your crown
Let's turn orlando, georgia into a ghosttown
Just me and you standing on the roof
Looking in your eyes telling you now bout the truth
We got a lot of girfriends but they ain't true
They can't play apart or they can't fitt your shoe
You heard rumors about me but they ain't true
I run my fingers trough your hair just like shampoo
I take your first name and go get a tattoo
[Chorus:]
Let me hold you down
Down
(feat. Snoop Dogg)
[Chorus:]
Let me hold you down
Down
Uugh uugh
Aye girl why you with that dress tonight?
I swear to god it got you looking right (swag)
It's not a problem I can spend tonight
It's up too you I can make fly tonight (swag)
I did you wrong but we can make it right
Don't be scared babe I don't bite
I call you babe just to be polite
And if you tell me yes then it's a green light
I kiss your body and lick you with ice
I perform you with no stage fright
You say you love me and it's all right
I love you to from the first side (baby)
My tongue in your mouth like a cavity (aye)
Baby hold me down like gravity (aye)
One way together it's a masterpiece
But one way apart it's a tragedy soulja!
[Chorus:]
Let me hold you down
Down
Babygirl she said she just graduated from veags
Privat jet to orlando and let us see my ankles
She used to be here's but I had to take her
Now we portside watchin him he played the lakers
Whenever goes up (up) must go down (down)
That's why we in the situation that we here now
Meet me at the alter girl in your wedding gown
You can be my queen come and get your crown
Let's turn orlando, georgia into a ghosttown
Just me and you standing on the roof
Looking in your eyes telling you now bout the truth
We got a lot of girfriends but they ain't true
They can't play apart or they can't fitt your shoe
You heard rumors about me but they ain't true
I run my fingers trough your hair just like shampoo
I take your first name and go get a tattoo
[Chorus:]
Let me hold you down
Down
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Pet 13 Nov 2020, 14:18
"Hop Out"
(from "Foreign" mixtape)
I pull up, hop out
Pull up, hop out
[Verse 1:]
I say you ain't never seen a nigga this clean
You ain't never seen a swag so mean, I got Truey on my jeans
100K, you know what I mean
I be posted on the scene sippin lean
I'm rollin up my green
Me and my team, we supreme
We take your girlfriend and we hit er from the back, she a dream
Soulja Boy tell I'm on my pow, I'm on the block pop er out
So your bitch brought a fat uh uh
I get buggy on the dance floor
AK-47, make a fuck nigga lay low
They ask me why my pants sagging?
50K in my Robin jeans, nigga what's happenin?
I pull up, I hop out
I pull up, I hop out
I said I pull up, I hop out
I pull up, I hop out
[Verse 2:]
I said bitch what it do?
In the strip club posted with my crew
It's bottles over there and it's bottles over here
Me and my niggas winnin every year
You and yo niggas broke all the time
Me and my niggas stuntin all the time
Guap on deck, all at a time
All them bitches wanna see a nigga shine
I say I pull up, I'm too fresh
I got 100K slidin on my neck
Louie V case, Louie V lens
Gucci on my face, damn I went in
I just pull up and hop out
I just pull up and hop out
I pull up, I hop out
I pull up, I hop out
Shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up!
(from "Foreign" mixtape)
I pull up, hop out
Pull up, hop out
[Verse 1:]
I say you ain't never seen a nigga this clean
You ain't never seen a swag so mean, I got Truey on my jeans
100K, you know what I mean
I be posted on the scene sippin lean
I'm rollin up my green
Me and my team, we supreme
We take your girlfriend and we hit er from the back, she a dream
Soulja Boy tell I'm on my pow, I'm on the block pop er out
So your bitch brought a fat uh uh
I get buggy on the dance floor
AK-47, make a fuck nigga lay low
They ask me why my pants sagging?
50K in my Robin jeans, nigga what's happenin?
I pull up, I hop out
I pull up, I hop out
I said I pull up, I hop out
I pull up, I hop out
[Verse 2:]
I said bitch what it do?
In the strip club posted with my crew
It's bottles over there and it's bottles over here
Me and my niggas winnin every year
You and yo niggas broke all the time
Me and my niggas stuntin all the time
Guap on deck, all at a time
All them bitches wanna see a nigga shine
I say I pull up, I'm too fresh
I got 100K slidin on my neck
Louie V case, Louie V lens
Gucci on my face, damn I went in
I just pull up and hop out
I just pull up and hop out
I pull up, I hop out
I pull up, I hop out
Shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up!
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Pet 13 Nov 2020, 14:19
"HUSLT"
Blowing on this dope, blowing on this dope
Blowing on this dope, blowing on this dope
Blowing on this dope, blowing on this dope
Blowing on this dope, blowing on this dope
Soulja, cash, swag, swag, Soulja, cash, swag, swag
Soulja, cash, swag, swag, Soulja, cash, swag, swag
Flex 9 50, flex 9 50
Catch me in the club in a dark white Bentley
All white Bentley, got a fucking send me
I'm so swagged out, splash and get with me
Ocean gang, Soulja bang, in this thang,
Golden chain, diamond ring, I do my thing
Hustle hard, I'm the king
Pretty boy swag, damn I got tags,
Pull up in a jag, got a black flag
Yes she on the molly, yes she on the molly
Yes she on the molly, yes she on the molly
Ocean gang, Soulja bang
I'm in this thang, I'm in this thang
Soulja, cash, swag, Soulja, cash, swag,
Soulja, cash, swag, Soulja, cash
I'm splashing out, I'm cashing out
Al way to the bank, all way to the vault
Gold bricks, 30 licks, took trips, did hits
Money and I ain't with it, some action
Got a bitch, this my passion
Smoking on this kush got me hoppin, whoa
I be rolling loud, they can't stand me
Ocean gang, Soulja bang
Soulja cash, I got lots of swag
I got lot of fans, I got lots of grams
Man I keep a bad girl, man you know it man
I blow it man, and I'm holy man
A hunned racks, watch me do my dance
Got a bad girl, said she want it,
Yes she want this, yes she want it
Her legs open, while I'm smoking, and I'm choking
Where the coke man? Where the pulp man?
We potent, we smoking and we rolling
Drinking, drinking, smoking, rolling
Young nigga, own thay block
Man I'm in the club, I got it going on
These youngin flexin shit, a hunned K and show me love
Ocean gang, Soulja bang
Ocean gang, Soulja bang,
Pretty boy mob got your girl on the job
And you know bout the Dre, kill these hoes, that's my job
Got them whole thangs, everyday
Smoking on this loud, Mary Jane.
Blowing on this dope, blowing on this dope
Blowing on this dope, blowing on this dope
Blowing on this dope, blowing on this dope
Blowing on this dope, blowing on this dope
Soulja, cash, swag, swag, Soulja, cash, swag, swag
Soulja, cash, swag, swag, Soulja, cash, swag, swag
Flex 9 50, flex 9 50
Catch me in the club in a dark white Bentley
All white Bentley, got a fucking send me
I'm so swagged out, splash and get with me
Ocean gang, Soulja bang, in this thang,
Golden chain, diamond ring, I do my thing
Hustle hard, I'm the king
Pretty boy swag, damn I got tags,
Pull up in a jag, got a black flag
Yes she on the molly, yes she on the molly
Yes she on the molly, yes she on the molly
Ocean gang, Soulja bang
I'm in this thang, I'm in this thang
Soulja, cash, swag, Soulja, cash, swag,
Soulja, cash, swag, Soulja, cash
I'm splashing out, I'm cashing out
Al way to the bank, all way to the vault
Gold bricks, 30 licks, took trips, did hits
Money and I ain't with it, some action
Got a bitch, this my passion
Smoking on this kush got me hoppin, whoa
I be rolling loud, they can't stand me
Ocean gang, Soulja bang
Soulja cash, I got lots of swag
I got lot of fans, I got lots of grams
Man I keep a bad girl, man you know it man
I blow it man, and I'm holy man
A hunned racks, watch me do my dance
Got a bad girl, said she want it,
Yes she want this, yes she want it
Her legs open, while I'm smoking, and I'm choking
Where the coke man? Where the pulp man?
We potent, we smoking and we rolling
Drinking, drinking, smoking, rolling
Young nigga, own thay block
Man I'm in the club, I got it going on
These youngin flexin shit, a hunned K and show me love
Ocean gang, Soulja bang
Ocean gang, Soulja bang,
Pretty boy mob got your girl on the job
And you know bout the Dre, kill these hoes, that's my job
Got them whole thangs, everyday
Smoking on this loud, Mary Jane.
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Pet 13 Nov 2020, 14:19
"Hustlin'"
[Intro]
Turn up, boi
It's engineer,Versace on my neck man
Aye
Rich Gang (Soulja)
Rich Gang (What you doing Soulja?)
Let's get it (Soulja)
Where you at it with it? (Rich Gang)
[Hook]
My Nigga I be hustling, hustling, hustling
My Nigga I be hustling, hustling, hustling
Got money in my pocket, pocket, pocket
Got bandz in my pocket, pocket, pocket
My Nigga I be hustling, hustling, hustling
Got money in my pocket, pocket, pocket
Got bandz in my pocket, pocket, pocket
My Nigga I be
[Verse 1]
Hustling!
Got money in my pocket
I been took off
Just like a rocket
I got 100 bandz stuffed in my Robbins
I'm in a Bugatti
I don't move sloppy
With a whip with my wrist
Your bitch jock me
Hop up out the Phantom and the paparazzi snap me
I got bricks underneath the fucking mattress
I got bricks, AK make you do a backflip
My Nigga I be trapping, trapping, packing
Whipping and flipping them chickens (them chickens)
Buggati no expedition
Pushing it to the limit
All my niggas, we running the dope
We running the shit like we sprinting
[Hook:]
My Nigga I be hustling, hustling, hustling
My Nigga I be hustling, hustling, hustling
Got money in my pocket, pocket, pocket
Got bandz in my pocket, pocket, pocket
My Nigga I be hustling, hustling, hustling
Got money in my pocket, pocket, pocket
Got bandz in my pocket, pocket, pocket
My Nigga I be hustling
[Verse 2:]
You already know
Fendi Ferragamo
When I'm shaking down the store
What up with my wrist?
900, Tony Hawk
Walk inside the Louie store, and everything I bought
100 bricks and chickens and they sitting in my vault
I am King Soulja, Nigga what the fuck you thought
He thought he was on but Nigga you gone fell off
Pull up in that Rick Ross
Smoking like a boss
I been chopped the block off, the block off
Lil Dre will get you knocked out,knocked off,knocked off
I flex up in the U-haul chickens in the back though
Ride up in that Maybach, killers will kick your back door
[Hook:]
My Nigga I be hustling, hustling, hustling
My Nigga I be hustling, hustling, hustling
Got money in my pocket, pocket, pocket
Got bandz in my pocket, pocket, pocket
My Nigga I be hustling, hustling, hustling
Got money in my pocket, pocket, pocket
Got bandz in my pocket, pocket, pocket
My Nigga I be hustling!
[Intro]
Turn up, boi
It's engineer,Versace on my neck man
Aye
Rich Gang (Soulja)
Rich Gang (What you doing Soulja?)
Let's get it (Soulja)
Where you at it with it? (Rich Gang)
[Hook]
My Nigga I be hustling, hustling, hustling
My Nigga I be hustling, hustling, hustling
Got money in my pocket, pocket, pocket
Got bandz in my pocket, pocket, pocket
My Nigga I be hustling, hustling, hustling
Got money in my pocket, pocket, pocket
Got bandz in my pocket, pocket, pocket
My Nigga I be
[Verse 1]
Hustling!
Got money in my pocket
I been took off
Just like a rocket
I got 100 bandz stuffed in my Robbins
I'm in a Bugatti
I don't move sloppy
With a whip with my wrist
Your bitch jock me
Hop up out the Phantom and the paparazzi snap me
I got bricks underneath the fucking mattress
I got bricks, AK make you do a backflip
My Nigga I be trapping, trapping, packing
Whipping and flipping them chickens (them chickens)
Buggati no expedition
Pushing it to the limit
All my niggas, we running the dope
We running the shit like we sprinting
[Hook:]
My Nigga I be hustling, hustling, hustling
My Nigga I be hustling, hustling, hustling
Got money in my pocket, pocket, pocket
Got bandz in my pocket, pocket, pocket
My Nigga I be hustling, hustling, hustling
Got money in my pocket, pocket, pocket
Got bandz in my pocket, pocket, pocket
My Nigga I be hustling
[Verse 2:]
You already know
Fendi Ferragamo
When I'm shaking down the store
What up with my wrist?
900, Tony Hawk
Walk inside the Louie store, and everything I bought
100 bricks and chickens and they sitting in my vault
I am King Soulja, Nigga what the fuck you thought
He thought he was on but Nigga you gone fell off
Pull up in that Rick Ross
Smoking like a boss
I been chopped the block off, the block off
Lil Dre will get you knocked out,knocked off,knocked off
I flex up in the U-haul chickens in the back though
Ride up in that Maybach, killers will kick your back door
[Hook:]
My Nigga I be hustling, hustling, hustling
My Nigga I be hustling, hustling, hustling
Got money in my pocket, pocket, pocket
Got bandz in my pocket, pocket, pocket
My Nigga I be hustling, hustling, hustling
Got money in my pocket, pocket, pocket
Got bandz in my pocket, pocket, pocket
My Nigga I be hustling!
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Soulja Boy - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Pet 13 Nov 2020, 14:19
"I Be High"
[Intro:]
Soulja
2 gunz up in the air (Soulja)
Who, Soulja
Got a bad bitch, too much bacon on er
Word up
I be stuntin on you broke boys
I be flexin on them broke boys, Soulja (SOD)
Got 100 million on them broke boys
That nigga too dizzy
[Hook 1:]
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, damn I be high
Put a bullet in yo eye, throwin money to the sky (goddamn)
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, damn I be high
Throwin money to the sky, put a bullet in yo eye (damn)
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, damn I be high
Put a bullet in yo eye, throwin money to the sky (goddamn)
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, damn I be high
Put a bullet in yo eye, throwin money to the sky (let's go)
[Verse 1:]
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, damn I be high (tweakin)
Flexin with them bricks, bitch niggas know I'm high (geekin)
Catch me in the club, I'm throwin money to the sky
Catch me at Secret Sundays, throwin money to the sky (secret)
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, love to hit licks (let's get rich)
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy be ridin with them bricks (yea)
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, love takin pics (take off)
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, love makin hits (Rich Gang)
Catch me overseas cause I love takin trips (okay)
24 bricks cause I make my money flip (okay)
A thousand and 8 grams – that's a whole key of lick (teakin)
Soulja Boy fo real, all I do is make hits
[Hook 2:]
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, damn I be high
Put a bullet in yo eye, throwin money to the sky (goddamn)
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, damn I be high (tweakin)
Put a bullet in yo eye, throwin money to the sky (tweakin)
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, damn I be high
Put a bullet in yo eye, throwin money to the sky (goddamn)
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, damn I be high (take off)
Put a bullet in yo eye, throwin money to the sky (take off)
[Verse 2:]
Birdman touch down, it's Rich Gang mob (bricks)
Ridin through, ice cream paint job (flex)
Word around town, middle finger to the ops
Word around town, pulled off on a cup
Smashin down the highway, you know that Soulja do it (I'm swerving)
100K in cash, you know Rich Gang threw it (take off)
500 M's, put yo body in the ditch (damn)
SOD, Rich Gang, Costra Nostra bitch (bam)
Flexin through my city and I just hit a lick
Sippin lean on my check, Cuban link flex
Cuban link on my neck and it need a green card
I got so much money, pull up with 10 bars (goddamn)
[Hook 2:]
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, damn I be high
Put a bullet in yo eye, throwin money to the sky (damn)
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, damn I be high
Throwin money to the sky, put a bullet in yo eye (goddamn)
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, damn I be high (tweakin)
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, damn I be high (tweakin)
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, damn I be high
Put a bullet in yo eye, throwin money to the sky (goddamn)
[Outro:]
Tweakin!
Workin, workin
Straight drop
Flexin, tweakin, damn
Killin it, goddamn
Soulja Soulja Soulja
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, damn I be high (goddamn)
Foreign Foreign Foreign
Take off
Tweakin, tweakin
[Intro:]
Soulja
2 gunz up in the air (Soulja)
Who, Soulja
Got a bad bitch, too much bacon on er
Word up
I be stuntin on you broke boys
I be flexin on them broke boys, Soulja (SOD)
Got 100 million on them broke boys
That nigga too dizzy
[Hook 1:]
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, damn I be high
Put a bullet in yo eye, throwin money to the sky (goddamn)
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, damn I be high
Throwin money to the sky, put a bullet in yo eye (damn)
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, damn I be high
Put a bullet in yo eye, throwin money to the sky (goddamn)
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, damn I be high
Put a bullet in yo eye, throwin money to the sky (let's go)
[Verse 1:]
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, damn I be high (tweakin)
Flexin with them bricks, bitch niggas know I'm high (geekin)
Catch me in the club, I'm throwin money to the sky
Catch me at Secret Sundays, throwin money to the sky (secret)
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, love to hit licks (let's get rich)
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy be ridin with them bricks (yea)
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, love takin pics (take off)
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, love makin hits (Rich Gang)
Catch me overseas cause I love takin trips (okay)
24 bricks cause I make my money flip (okay)
A thousand and 8 grams – that's a whole key of lick (teakin)
Soulja Boy fo real, all I do is make hits
[Hook 2:]
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, damn I be high
Put a bullet in yo eye, throwin money to the sky (goddamn)
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, damn I be high (tweakin)
Put a bullet in yo eye, throwin money to the sky (tweakin)
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, damn I be high
Put a bullet in yo eye, throwin money to the sky (goddamn)
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, damn I be high (take off)
Put a bullet in yo eye, throwin money to the sky (take off)
[Verse 2:]
Birdman touch down, it's Rich Gang mob (bricks)
Ridin through, ice cream paint job (flex)
Word around town, middle finger to the ops
Word around town, pulled off on a cup
Smashin down the highway, you know that Soulja do it (I'm swerving)
100K in cash, you know Rich Gang threw it (take off)
500 M's, put yo body in the ditch (damn)
SOD, Rich Gang, Costra Nostra bitch (bam)
Flexin through my city and I just hit a lick
Sippin lean on my check, Cuban link flex
Cuban link on my neck and it need a green card
I got so much money, pull up with 10 bars (goddamn)
[Hook 2:]
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, damn I be high
Put a bullet in yo eye, throwin money to the sky (damn)
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, damn I be high
Throwin money to the sky, put a bullet in yo eye (goddamn)
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, damn I be high (tweakin)
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, damn I be high (tweakin)
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, damn I be high
Put a bullet in yo eye, throwin money to the sky (goddamn)
[Outro:]
Tweakin!
Workin, workin
Straight drop
Flexin, tweakin, damn
Killin it, goddamn
Soulja Soulja Soulja
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy, damn I be high (goddamn)
Foreign Foreign Foreign
Take off
Tweakin, tweakin
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Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
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