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'Hashtag' Lyrics - Soulja Boy
Here is Hashtag Lyrics by Soulja Boy

[Chorus]

First things first, come to the crib
I'mma show you how Soulja Boy live
'Bout that life, sip that sip
Then i’ll show you how, how I get it in
We gotta go
Go at it, go at it, go at it
We gotta go
Go at it, go at it, go at it

Ain’t know you had it like that
I need one just like that
Pull up to the club and you know i’m so fresh
Let my diamonds do the work and I bet she’ll holla back
She blowin’ up my phone everytime she need that
Sex so good, yeah she wanna keep that
Put the tip in it, then I drill that
Come right now girl i’m tryna feel that

Girl you stealin’ the show
Everywhere that you go
Girl you already know
What we both lookin’ for

[Chorus]

Hash right back, stacks on stacks
Some like a P, but more of a Mac
Slide to the left, ran out there
Beast from the east but i’m reppin’ that west
Everywhere I go, yeah she know how I flex
She know that i’m the best
If a girl bad then I hit her up next
Hashtag we made it send it in a text

Girl you stealin’ the show
Everywhere that you go
Girl you already know
What we both lookin’ for

[Chorus]

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'We Made It (Freestyle)' Lyrics - Drake ft. Soulja Boy
Here is We Made It (Freestyle) Lyrics by Drake Ft. Soulja Boy

[Intro:]
The only thing I’m seeing I’d like to put an amend on
Perhaps a little more room here for the fixins
Oh, we gon’ have a lot of fixins
We gonna have so many fvcking fixins up in this motherfvckers
His sh!t gon’ go through the roof
Got damn I’m shittin’ gold these days

[Hook:]
Hey
We made it
N!gga we made it, hey
Damn, we made it
N!gga we made it, hey
We made it, aye
N!gga we made it, hey
We made it

[Drake:]
She said she workin’ for Walgreens but not in the store, at the head office
The head was so good it make sense why you work at the head office
In 2007 I sat in a lobby in Motown and waited
Now I go into the buildin’ and go off like “Nigga we made it!”
When I walk through these halls, man this beat should be playin’
I just came to make sure you not missin’ no payments
Now turn this shit down while I issue my statement
It needed a moment of silence, nigga we made it!
You fly out your lady, I fly out my ladies
Bitches can’t front on the kid anymore, man they know what my name is
And if by chance she don’t know who I am, she just know that I’m famous
Imma just hand her a business card and say “Nigga we made it!”
And she gotta come to the hotel and pop it off for me
Then she gon’ text her best friend like “Girl he got some good dick and money”
Her friend hit her back like “I know that already, that nigga’s amazin’”
Then I send a message to both of they asses like “Nigga we made it!”
[Interlude]
Kinda makes me wonder why the hell so many people are tryna tell me to slow down
Seems like motherfvckers should be shuttin’ the hell up and enjoyin’ the show

Hey
We made it
N!gga we made it, hey
Damn, we made it
N!gga we made it, hey
We made it, aye
N!gga we made it, hey
We made it

[Drake:]
If they with me, just know that they wit’ it and ’bout it
If I said it, I meant it, it’s no way around it
OVO reps so them [?] next to [?] go crazy
When Baca came home for the holidays, I was like “N!gga we made it!”
And all of those lawyer fees, nigga I paid it
My family get all of my loyalty, all of my patience
My life for your life, man I wouldn’t trade it
I would just look at you dead in the face and say “N!gga we made it”
I swear that we made it
But I’ve been on that wave,that’s why this year I tell yah, I don’t need no favors
(Damn, Soulja Boy stunt on them haters)
And my resolution for New Years is n!gga we made it
You don’t know how long I waited, I coulda been waitin’ on tables, my karma’s amazin’
I’m out in the Caymans, rented a 12-bedroom house just to sleep all the women we came with
That’s ignorant, ain’t it? Sometimes I question myself when I think ’bout the pictures I painted
Then I pick up my brush and I sign at the bottom like “N!gga we made it”

[Hook:]
Hey
We made it
N!gga we made it, hey
Damn, we made it
N!gga we made it, hey
We made it, aye
N!gga we made it, hey
We made it

[Soulja Boy:]
Tellin’ my partner, and my momma, everything gonna be all good
Nigga we made it! Damn, I’m up in Las Vegas
Damn, I never was supposed to have shit, now my life is lavish
Every night, fvckin’ a bad bitch, nigga we made it!
Coppin’ a Lambo, cash, the Bentley, 2 times I crashed
Ha, nigga we made it!
Look at them niggas’ faces, them niggas, they hate it
I look a nigga in his face and say “Nigga we made it!”
Soulja Boy stunt on them haters
And these days I don’t need no favors
Nigga we made it!

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'I’m Swaggin' Lyrics - Soulja Boy
Here is I’m Swaggin Lyrics by Soulja Boy

(Hook)
I’m swaggin, baby girl I’m swaggin
I’m swaggin, yea you know I’m swaggin
I’m swaggin, baby girl I’m swaggin
I’m swaggin, yea you know I’m swaggin
Walk inside the mall and you knowin that I’m swaggin
Pull up in that foreign and you knowin that I’m swaggin
Walk inside the mall and you knowin that I’m swaggin
Pull up in that foreign and you knowin that I’m swaggin

(Verse)
Walk inside the mall and you knowin that I’m swaggin
Pull up to the club and I’m hoppin out the Aston
100 thousand $ in a Jaguar
I be getting bricks like a bad boy
Pull up all black, whip Versace
All these girls up on me cuz they jockin
I know that she want me cuz I’m poppin
SOD, set the trends, we poppin
SOD, we walk inside the mall and we swag
Pull up droppin racks on the Porsche or the Jag
Yea they know I got that cash
Yea they know I got that cash
Pull up to the club and I make it rain
So much bricks I can make it hurricane (thunderstorm)
SOD they call me by my first name (Soulja)
I be smoking loud in the turning lane

(Hook)
I’m swaggin, baby girl I’m swaggin
I’m swaggin, yea you know I’m swaggin
I’m swaggin, baby girl I’m swaggin
I’m swaggin, yea you know I’m swaggin
Walk inside the mall and they knowin that I’m swaggin
Pull up in that foreign and they sayin that I’m swaggin
Walk inside the mall and you knowin that I’m swaggin
Pull up in that foreign and they knowin that I’m swaggin

(Verse)
Mobbing with my soldiers, ill to them niggas, they posted
The tech, it’s shootin like Rambo, play with em, hop out the Lambo
Like wut? They fuck cuz the business be ready forever I’m getting it
Soulja Boy tell em we super D, SODMG
We in the streets slanging these chickens
Or up in my kitchen water whippin
All of these commas is comin and catchin me, I’m servin, I’m whippin
Wut the fuck did you say?
All of these commas is comin and catchin me, I’m servin, I’m whippin
On just how many pounds, my niggas come quick with these rounds
Disrespect Lil Soulja I be we gon shoot this shit down
Mobbing with my soldiers, smoking a couple of pounds
You disrespect King Soulja, I’m sippin a couple of rounds
King Soulja, oh yea

(Hook)
I’m swaggin, baby girl I’m swaggin
I’m swaggin, yea you know I’m swaggin
I’m swaggin, baby girl I’m swaggin
I’m swaggin, yea you know I’m swaggin
Walk inside the mall and they knowin that I’m swaggin
Pull up in that foreign and they sayin that I’m swaggin
Walk inside the mall and you knowin that I’m swaggin
Pull up in that foreign and they sayin that I’m swaggin

(Outro)
Swag swag…
I’m swaggin, I’m cashin, I’m rappin
Swag
Turn up
Cash
Soulja Soulja
Hah, woo!

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'All Des Racks' Lyrics - Soulja Boy (Ft. Ball Out)
Here is All Des Racks Lyrics by Soulja Boy Ft. Ball Out

I’m ballin, no nba, no I don’t play in that game
Catch me in the fast lane, grippin grain, smokin stank
These bitches so damn lame, since a nigga ballin
They say I’ve changed
Ain’t do nothing but stack my change
Now I’m buying chains,
Wearin chains, I’m so damn up, it’s a damn shame
Couple … go me, and my youngs was doing
Hittin stangs, told him thangs, poppin thangs
We load them thangs, we don’t play games
Me and my partner, we are blow his brains

[Hook]
I’m balling, no nba, I ball hard than bill gates
I just seen the, new bentley, I’m gonna get it, all grey
All these racks up in my pocket that just make me go crazy
All these racks up in my pocket that just make me go crazy

50 racks in my pocket, I’m about that gold on
Soulja boy be ballin, on the court like LeBron
I’m going inwith ball out, you girl see me she fall out
I made 50k today so tonight I’m going all out
New jordans, snacks that, black card, can’t match that
Stunt with the main, better use your head up in the streets
I go hard up on the beat, I keep them jordans up on my feet
Nah, nigga don’t want beef, thumbing through that check
Word around town, we them winnin bought a jet, flex, finesse
I guess they figured out, it ain’t …
We cashed out this shit just like a bank, ridin
And in my hood main, my block poppin
Respect me like a boss or it’s bodies droppin
Walk guy, 80 racks stuffed in my ridin
Soulja boy and ball out they know we love money
Bum ass nigga, y’all ain’t getting no money

[Hook]
I’m balling, no nba, I ball hard than bill gates
I just seen the, new bentley, I’m gonna get it, all grey
All these racks up in my pocket that just make me go crazy
All these racks up in my pocket that just make me go crazy.

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'Private Dance' Lyrics - Soulja Boy
Here is Private Dance Lyrics by Soulja Boy

yea i be fuckin’ all the hoes
and she say she want a real nigga

goddamn, you look bad
goddamn, you look bad
can i get a private dance?
(can i get a private dance?)
can i get a private dance?
shawty say she got a man but i don’t give a fuck about him
shawty say she got a man but i don’t give a fuck about him
can i get a private dance?
can i get a private dance?
shawty say she got a man but i don’t give a fuck
all i wanna do is fuck
cuddle up and sippin’ lean in a kush
cuz i’m rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’

i know i’ve seen you somewhere before
i know you see this money on the floor
i know that you can get it on the low
but i ain’t even trippin’ on a ho
shawty let me get a private dance
shawty let me get a private dance
and shawty, can you do it with no hands?
and baby, do you want one of these hands?

can i get a private dance?
can i get a private dance?
cuz we’re rollin’ rollin’
cuz we’re rollin’ rollin’
cuz we’re rollin’ rollin’
can i get a private dance?
can i get a private dance?

you walkin’ round in those red bottoms
i see you walk around in those red bottoms
i put ‘er to the club they don’t like money
like money (like money) like money dirty sprite money
i got it all funny music shit (i got it all funny music shit)
i got it all from them gold bricks (i got it all from them gold bricks)
tell me what’s the ticket worth
ride around no gimmick what
turn around and flip it girl

can i get a private dance?
turn around and put that ass out of the fuckin’ pass
let me take a picture yo
ain’t gon show none of these niggas
can i get a private dance?
can i get a private dance?
turn around, do it
turn around, do it do it
do it with no hands
can i get a private dance?
can i get a private dance?
can i get a private dance?

she bad as fuck, she bad as fuck
anytime that i’m in town
i tell her to come over so i can put it down
can i put it down?
we can get up and get out
and go in and do this right now
stop playin’
please stop playin’ with these bands
girl, you see me, no other man
sippin’ on and chase it with a xan

can i get a private dance?
i said can i get a private dance?
can i get a private dance?
can i get a private dance?
i’m ridin’ through the city (city)
ridin’ round i’m getting it (getting it)
smoke light, smoke midget oh
fuck with me
fuck with me
cuz we’re rollin’ rollin’
cuz we’re rollin’ rollin’
can i get a private dance?
can i get a private dance?
can i get a private dance?

top back smokin’ loud
she brought the swisher sweet sweater off
i’mma fuck ‘er right now
fuck ‘er all night
i’mma put it down
then we gon get up up up up up
then we gon get up up up up up
then we gon get up up up up up
then we gon get up
pound it down.
wussup? wussup?
wussup? wussup?
wussup? wussup?
kush in my lungs too
wussup? wussup?
can i get a private dance?
wussup? wussup?
can i get a private dance?
wussup? wussup?
can i get a private dance?
wussup wit you?
can i get a private dance?

shawty say she got a man but i don’t give a fuck about him
tell me girl, wut you do?
wussup wit you?
ridin’ through my city
ridin’ round and get it oh
can i get a private dance?
baby girl fuck your man
that nigga ain’t shit, that nigga ain’t rich
fuck that nigga
come and fuck with a nigga
can i get a private dance?
shawty say she like the way i move

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drop it like this, drop it like this girl
drop it like this, drop it like this girl
drop it like this, drop it like this girl

drop it like this, drop it like this girl

i want a smart girl, with a dumb booty
with a dumb booty, with a dumb booty
i need a smart girl, with a dumb booty
with a dumb booty, with a dumb booty

drop it like this, drop it like this girl
drop it like this, drop it like this girl
drop it like this, drop it like this girl
drop it like this, drop it like this girl

on a black zag mars, so she say ’bout a bail
rest in peace to this beat, by the killers and the straighter
with the head of the class, but she got a stupid booty
kelly, ashlee, whila, lisa if she got her mama booty
now back it up and drop it down, back it up and drop it down
make that thing clap, now back it up and drop it down
get a lot back and study all, take it back, gonna freak you all
she came ready with a skirt on, comando, no pants on

i want a smart girl, with a dumb booty
with a dumb booty, with a dumb booty
i need a smart girl, with a dumb booty
with a dumb booty, with a dumb booty

drop it like this, drop it like this girl
drop it like this, drop it like this girl
drop it like this, drop it like this girl
drop it like this, drop it like this girl

she got the brains and the beauty
and she got the beauty
a plus shawty, grade a body
first class fair, ass gray you know i need that, believe that
soulja and her lady see that
she a smart girl, graduated with her honor
baddest thing in her class, maybe the whole college
she kept her head in the books, and her hair heavy shook
soulja boy, billy’s hoe, kick the money off the floor

i need a smart girl, with a dumb booty
with a dumb booty, with a dumb booty
i need a smart girl, with a dumb booty
with a dumb booty, with a dumb booty

drop it like this, drop it like this girl
drop it like this, drop it like this girl
drop it like this, drop it like this girl
drop it like this, drop it like this girl

long heels, rare bottom
boom team on her boy shorts
lying back in her dorm room
told all the boys she had a momma house
she can’t cook, don’t clean,
she drank lane and she smoke weed
she danced in the house all by herself
like she trying out for the torch team

i got a condo on my wrist
all my cars in my sis tonight
my passed night, i gon pass out
everybody know it, i take charge
i like a smart girl, with a dumb booty
where i’m from, we call it jude
ass so big it don’t make no sense
super stupid!

i want a smart girl, with a dumb booty
with a dumb booty, with a dumb booty
i need a smart girl, with a dumb booty
with a dumb booty, with a dumb booty

drop it like this, drop it like this girl
drop it like this, drop it like this girl
drop it like this, drop it like this girl
drop it like this, drop it like this girl
drop it like this, dro�— it like this girl
drop it like this, drop it like this girl
drop it like this, drop it like this girl
drop it like this, drop it like this girl
drop it like this

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'On That Ho' Lyrics - Soulja Boy (Ft. Jazz Lazer)
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Pong, pong, pong, pong Soulja
On that ho, on that ho, splash
On that ho, on that ho, yeah
Watch this, watch this,

I just kicked it to her Michael Jackson, on that ho
Until she singing on my mike like Toni Braxton, on that ho
Then I Regie Nobo, time for some action, on that hoe
Watch this, watch this, watch this,
Ok, like Bobby Brown we can get it cracking, on that ho
Grain bag bitch, you know what I’m packing, on that ho
I ain’t no pimp but I’m macking, on that ho
Watch this, watch this, watch this,
I be like fuck it, and get the mean mugging, on that ho
Yeah we be bucking if you niggas style something
Like in the A, magic city strip clubbing, on that ho
Make it rain like
Watch this, watch this, watch this,
I south side, on that ho
I east side, on that ho
I west side, on that ho
I north side, on that ho
Now do your dance, on that ho
Do your dance, on that ho
Watch this, watch this, watch this,

On yellow diamond Shawty, on that ho
Pull up in that brand new Audi, on that ho
I turned up the party, on that ho
And Shawty going so hard, she on the mollie
It’s NBA how I bal, on that ho
Soulja boy hit the mall with Marley mall, on that ho
And I’m flying off on a private jet, on that ho
And I got a Porsche so you know my name, on that ho
You know I keep my swagger, on that ho
And you pull up on that brand new phantom, on that ho
Hey, want me hit that 2 chain, on that ho
Then I tell her bring the bindess while she twerking on the floor

I south side, on that ho
I east side, on that ho
I west side, on that ho
I north side, on that ho
Now do your dance, on that ho
Do your dance, on that ho
Now do your dance, on that ho
Watch this, watch this, watch this,

I’m the king, on that ho
Do it big, on that ho
Pop a band, on that ho
Whoop my dick, on that ho
Now do your dance, on that ho
Do your dance, on that ho, do your dance
Watch this, watch this

Now when I pull up, you know it’s something falling, on that ho
And with them diamonds on, you know they ain’t ignoring, on that ho
And if she got an ass like a horse, I’m Ralph Lauren, on that ho
Polo, polo, polo, polo
Ok my niggas got keys like the doorman, on that ho
We make them stretch like when you wake up in the morning, on that ho
I get around and I ain’t even started touring, on that ho
Watch this, watch this, watch this
She said I got the fucking formula
Cause I got her trying angles like Bermuda, on that ho
Oh you didn’t know? I invented kamasutra, on that ho
Break that, break that
I’m almost done, but that don’t mean I’m finished, on that ho
Paper like a book and you ain’t got a sentence, on that ho
I’m not a bizness man, I’m a bizness, on that ho
Watch this, watch this, watch this

I south side, on that ho
I east side, on that ho
I west side, on that ho
I north side, on that ho
Now do your dance, on that ho
Do your dance, on that ho
Now do your dance, on that ho
Watch this, watch this, watch this.

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'Extendos' Lyrics - Soulja Boy (Ft. The Game & Waka Flocka Flame)
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I got that scent, I got that scent
I got that scentI got them benz, I got them racks
I got them stacks, flocka

Hook:
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, we’re looking for them fuck niggas
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, we’re looking for them fuck niggas
Who, who want it, who want it, who want it like
Who, who want it, who want it, who want it
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, I count a mill with my eyes closed

Ridin’ round with extendos, niggas think I’m playing Nintento
Niggas say we’re … like rondo, got a nigga I’m gonn need 10 though
Got a harley…for them fuck niggas,
And I got a hard top nigga, I know where to stop, get touch nigga
Then I’m hopping out the car, wassup nigga
Long ones, nigga, load gun, give me hand gun,
You say no fun, got a red bone, she got long legs
She give me long head, she roll on blood
She a monster, hit it from a nigga with a clip
You don’t even wanna see what she’ll do to a bitch
And I just kill a nigga, I’ma kill that pussy
Money 7 that whole clip
… my phantom, can’t fuck with the …
Pronounce for my city, but I’m in Atlanta
Rising is red, just like my bandana
Get hit with the hammer, not money or man
Can copy my swag, can fuck with my grammar
These niggas is hoe, put that on my grandma
I’m soon and it whooping…
On tours on my jaws nigga, … got a horse in front of my car nigga
…fuck y’all niggas

Hook:
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, we’re looking for them fuck niggas
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, we’re looking for them fuck niggas
Who, who want it, who want it, who want it like
Who, who want it, who want it, who want it
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, I count a mill with my eyes closed

I’m turned up to the maximum
I’m ready nigga let’s take it go
You shoe shine so pretty there
I shoe shine so pretty here
I’m everywhere you know it
On red billy I’m black jack
on red flag you know that
your p**sy ass get toe tagged
You John Doe for that fuck shit
I pull up and I buck it
Soulja Soulja and Waka Flocka
pulling over them long choppers
niggas talking that fuck shit
Until a nigga come buck it
I’m off the deck when I’m turning my tellie
came up the water with an automatic
Soulja Soulja will you make it rain
55 diamonds in my mother fucking chain
Pow pow, nigga, bang, bang
Snakes know it is the murder game
Know where I be, know where I am
Know what’s up you know everything

Hook:
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, we’re looking for them fuck niggas
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, we’re looking for them fuck niggas
Who, who want it, who want it, who want it like
Who, who want it, who want it, who want it
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, I count a mill with my eyes closed

I’m rip it down, pocket glow, two glocks that’s some throw aways
Up and down from … street, that’s rivendale road next to the L toe
Smokers like poach, …Christmas folks
from playin counting ribon down nigga I can go both
nigga what is all about, Mollies, weed, coke
BSN my code, bad bitches and we are hundreds on the floor
smell that cush when I walk to the door
throwin stacks nigga I got a sack, put the bands in your head
For the bands, make your best friend put a bullet in your head.

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Niggas talking down but it really don’t matter though
you talking all this pour shit I come to split your catalog
I’m getting money I’m see
I don’t want no end of though
you p**sy niggas this bitch
all y’all this..and dough
you worry around and runnin’ you lives
you lose this like I lose little
I got two of them, got two rags, got two bar, got two chain
I’m grindin for many and hustling for hours
I’m broken for power the world it is ours

They both fly what a..oh
the right thing..the truck
everybody leaning let me ’cause I came up
23 million when they pull their name up
sorry bout what’s up, sorry bout what’s handing
worry to the city, you feel sad
everybody know, got it for the low so
big bang rollin, and I rap west coast
7 7 says the roll, dance for the folk
and I hold em down til the day I saw
and I’m..I can’t..even though I sit a drink

Hook:
I drop ten, drop ten
Gotta watch my back for the cops and them folks niggas watchin
they jockin, they jockin, they jockin, they jockin
they pluttin, they pluttin, they watchin
uh I drop ten, gotta watch my back
for them cops and them folks gotta watchin
they jockin, they jockin, they jockin, they jockin
they pluttin, they pluttin, they watchin

If you see the face down
you know that we gonna burn it all
didn’t..light before
I thought that he gonna turn it all
I crash the car by A mar
and that little time I skateboard
and put the..on the A floor
and met my headers gonna hate bar
I got clips Ak bananas
roll upon your ass nigga..
I won’t beat you don’t want..
I’m scarface turn em Montana
I’m your own nigga and been paid
you’re a old nigga and bitch made
and you walk around with this switch played
and you’re scared before the kitchen fade
is number weed in my section
I’m out of space with this jet sense
I’m old shit game and I take em real paid
other one like a piranha bitch
is SOD is what I rap and I will never have up
you big better catch your..I roll upon is nothing this

[Hook:]

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Fresh up out the kitchen, riding round and I’m getting it
I smoke like smoke midget, got money to the ceiling
Kush up in the air, and my fucking chain
Lit up like a chandelier, get em
Swag tall and I press, get em
Let me begin and let’s race bitch, get em
Bracelet cost 35, chain cost 86
Niggas talking fuck shit, I pull up and I buck it
Sod that’s a bucket, nigga try your luck bitch, pussy

I’m a young rich nigga, I’m a rich nigga, yeah
Yeah licks with your bitch nigga
And my house cost 6 figures, 7 figures
And I’m standing by the plate nigga
Pull up and I mash, breaks a digital dash
And I’m from the future, all you fuck niggas in the past
No nigga you won’t last, cause I on rain, and I bring Armageddon
If you niggas want that pain, nigga
Young rich nigga, young rich nigga
I’m a young rich nigga, I’m a young rich nigga
I’m a young rich nigga, I’m a young rich nigga
I’m ain’t throwing hundreds, I ain’t throwing ones
Young rich nigga, this is what I do
Pull up to the block, yeah I got the juice
Ask em for the juice too, I’ma pop his head
If he talking down, I’ma shoot his leg if he tryna run
You know the word around town
Sod my gang campaigning for the summer
Niggas rock it true religion, I did that league 2009
I’m starting with my bizness, nigga that’s how I’m feeling
Bitch you know I rip it, never half stepping
50k on my necklace and that medusa first on my clock
Nigga talk around on the block, but I know what’s and what’s not
Nigga I’m know what’s hiding, I’m know to scope
I’m put to ponts and I’m on the foe
You talking down you get hit, hit the bitch with the telescope
Nigga, and my gun got a scope on it
That beam red is fuck will leave you head nigga you a dope dummy
Lil dre I go huned, go keep it 4 huned
Smoking on more chronic, nigga don’t get your dope running,
Nigga everything you want it’s mashing, it’s a young rich nigga
And I do this shit in action and I blast with figures
I’m on the block everyday if a nigga wanna race
Put that thing to his face
I’m a young rich nigga, I’m a young rich nigga
I’m a young rich nigga, I’m a young rich nigga
I was once a broke nigga but I’ma die rich, nigga
A huned k up in thousands
Selling green thousands eye lids
This what I do, I got that money piling

Fresh up out the kitchen, riding round and I’m getting it
I smoke like smoke midget,
Versace my bracelet, Lamborghini let’s race bitch
I’m the shit, just face it
I’m a young rich nigga, I’m a young rich nigga
I’m a young rich nigga, I’m a young rich nigga.

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I got new money, I got old money

[Hook] x 2
When they see me down, they say Soulja whoa
When they see my car, they say Soulja oh
I got old money, I got new money
I got old money, I got new money

Niggas really ain’t about it
Nigga pull up on you when I’m creeping in the Audi
Niggas they don’t want that
I pull up like wassup?
Sod, where it be, all dead we what’s on
Nigga pulling on like bang bang
It’s stacks on deck, money game
What the fuck you talk about
You know where I be, you know where I hang
Know erythang, diamonds in my bracelet
And my piece of chain
Soulja boy I go hard, I go so hard I go deranged
I go ham, hard as a motherfucker,
And you weak ass rap niggas ain’t nothing but suckers
Suck a ass nigga, let’s get to it
24 million, bitch I do it

[Hook] x 2
When they see me down, they say Soulja whoa
When they see my car, they say Soulja oh
I got old money, I got new money
I got old money, I got new money

That nigga started out with the popping
And thought that shit was all fun
Until I pulled up with the K, he started running like …
You a pussy nigga, you a bitch hoe
I’m kicking in your front door,
And if you ain’t there nigga,
I’m hollow tying your best hoe
You niggas really don’t wanna play
You don’t roll best with me
… I’m cutting niggas where pizza eat
On real niggas up in the streets
On real niggas up in the streets
Lil dre don’t give a fuck, I get my shit for 10 a key
I get my shit 20’s for the pain
Now flicker 4-5 huned a night
Nigga really I ain’t talking prices
I live that life I do the dice
Shoot the dices and shoot the crowd
And on top, that’s for the raps
Soulja tell them I do my shit
Y’all niggas ain’t doing shit

[Hook] x 2
When they see me down, they say Soulja whoa
When they see my car, they say Soulja oh
I got old money, I got new money
I got old money, I got new money.

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So damn G soldier, swag, swag
Yeah, yeah, yo nigga up on the block
Hustling every day for the big nights
Or red Bentley, say you hustle hard for a red Bentley, red Bentley
Sip and sell, my best friend got the sip and sell
Wait that’s alright, or get money round the hood like a …
They label me hustler of the century
Grinding stack of paper for a red Bentley
I ride through the hood with my calculator
Get my paper right now bitch I see you later
A young nigga bout the cash
My young bitch got a Mercedes with a digit dash

Paper, what the fuck you know bout my struggle?
Red Bentley, that’s why that nigga hustle
My partner say trade it all for a Bentley
Stacking paper for a red Bentley, life
My partner say trade it all for a Bentley

Ah, red Bentley, teacher, sweat pants, wolf grey panties
In my life time homes, I done seen many
Niggas have it all, then I have plenty
While you…they was just chilling
… so they gone with me
That’s why I’m never caught up
Money over bitches all the times how I was brought up
That’s why until I’m gone I’am stay pulling them cars up
…with the wings on them leave them bitches car struck
They wonder who they cough up, they love him cause he bossed up
Me and my cousin grinding cause they … show off
Soulja got the newest model but I roll a OG
Red label… 20 joints, 20 bottles and a …
Listen in the beats, cause that money don’s sleep, homes

Stacking paper for that red Bentley
I’m outside your crib in that red Bentley
Pulling off with your bitch in that red Bentley
Shut the phone, she got picture of that red Bentley, life.

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a ride panorama, my money in the slummer
nigga talking down so you know i keep the hammer
…jammer, so don’t say my name boy
i swear to fucking god, do not play with my aim
i’m aiming at your face, i just caught a case
a drop top belly and you know i won the race
so i keep that rifle bitch you know i want ya title
… i smoke purp and get higher

a a ride panorama, my money in the slummer
through the city with that gucci bandana
versace on my ear bitch i’m feeling like the president
don’t say my fucking name i’ll send a killer to your residence
bitch i’m super heaven sent, …slamming in that range rover
with that fucking baking soda
… counting dollars on my,
nigga talking down till that ak hit his face off

[hook]
don’t play with my aim boy, don’t play with my aim boy
don’t play with my aim boy, don’t play with my aim boy [x3]

a a ride panorama, my …in the slummer
i made a hunned k off a motherfucking …
we soulja boy tell them…marijuana
if he fucking disney i’ma make them take a …
… you know i got on it, … no profit
boy, tell them…
standing in the club, standing in the vip
they all showing love, soulja boy i be a g
nigga talking shit, but he better not say my name
i swear to fucking god, do not play with my aim

[hook]
don’t play with my aim boy, don’t play with my aim boy
don’t play with my aim boy, don’t play with my aim boy [x3]

…show boy, hold up,
black jesus… soulja boy tell them, god damn i made it
mansions in los angeles and mansions in las vegas
god damn we made it, the house is 30 acres
… no sense, i got no kush coming on …
i done run for the mayor
but yet i should run for motherfucking president …

[hook]
don’t play with my aim boy, don’t play with my aim boy
don’t play with my aim boy, don’t play with my aim boy [x3]

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[INTRO:]
Aye, Aye Yeah Aye Yeah Aye Yeah

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Aye Bruh I Swear To God (Swear To God)
I Be With My Set We Be Swagging (We Be Swagging)
Pull Up In That Motherfucking Dragon (That Dragon)
The M McClaren Got Yo Main Bitch Staring And I Came Through That Shit Hell You Sure Know I'm Getting It (Yeah)
Young Dre I Came Through I Smoke On That Loud You Smoke Midget
Bitch I Be Gettin' It You Don't Get It
Everyday I Pull Up It's Looking Like A Million
I'm Something Like A Mil-ticket
You Know I Got That, That AK I POP THAT
THAT Top, I DROP THAT (I Drop That)
Niggas See Me In The Hood Like God Damn He Got That (He Got That)
Word Around Town, Soulja Boy Done Flipped Up
Word Around Town I Done Blowed (up) And Put A Clip Up
Young Dre My Name But You Can Call Me Soulja In That Fast Lane
I'm Screaming Out BLAST GANG
We Gon' Tear It Up, (Tear It Up) Yeah We Gon' Tear It Up
I'm Back In Yo Areas, ALL MY NIGGAS WILL BURY YA
Yeah
I'm Like Bang With That Pistol, Nigga What's The Issue
Nigga We Can't Miss You (Yeah)
Young Soulja Tell 'Em In That Tee Top So Yellow
And I Came Like Camaro And I Swear I Be Hello
I'm Like Damn Ho, You Gonna Need Some More Ammo
I'm Like Damn Ho, You Gonna Need Some More Ammo
I'm Rambo, I'm On The Track And You In Shambles
Young Soulja Boy Make This Shit Look Easy
A-K-A S.Beezy, In My Bentley So Freezy

[Hook:]
I'm Like FUCK IT
That Thang I'mma BUST IT, That Thang I'mma BUST IT
I'm Like Fuck It
That Thang I'mma BUST IT, That Thang I'mma BUST IT
Yeah I'mma Bust It I Got Some Niggas With Me
Riding Through The City, Riding With The Stinky
Nigga Got The Semi, So Nigga Don't Tempt Me
Yeah I'mma Bust That Motherfucker Till It's Empty

[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
You Knowing What It Is, You Knowing What It Ain't (What It Ain't)
Pull Up To The Club And My Shit, Flip Paint
Everybody Know That My Niggas GETTING PAID
Drop Top Everybody Screaming Out "SOULJA MANE"
God Damn I Done Blowed Up (Blowed Up)
AK-47 That's The Show When He Showed Up (When He Showed Up)
And Yeah We Gonna Tear It Up (Tear It Up)
Like I Said All My Motherfucking Niggas Will BURY YA (BANG)
I'mma Pop Up (Pop Up)
AK Got The Glock Up, That Shit Will Make You Lock Up (Make You Lock Up)
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, God Damn I Be The Shotta (Be The Shotta)
Hanging With My Niggas We Some Mobsters
You Don't Want These Problems (These Problems)
Nah You Don't Wan't These Goblins (These Goblins)
Everybody With Me They Be Mobbing (They Be Mobbing)
Niggas In The City Got That AK And Semi
I'm Smoked Out, Tattoos On My Body Nigga Get With Me

[Hook:]
I'mma Bust It, I'mma Bust It
Nigga I'mma Bust It, Bust It
Nigga I'mma BUST IT, Screaming Out "FUCK IT"
Screaming Out "FUCK IT", Screaming Our "FUCK IT"
Got Some Niggas With Me, We Mobbing Through The City
I'm Gripping On That Semi, Bust It Till It's Empty (Yeah)
Bust It, BUST IT

[Verse 3: Soulja Boy]
Nigga What The Fuck You Dranking, What The Fuck You Smoking (Smoking)
Pull Up, OG Kush And That Shit Rolling (Rolling)
Everybody Already Know (Ready Know)
Iced Out Young Nigga Came To Steal The Show (Steal The Show)
I'm With Yo Main Ho, You Main Bitch
You Niggas On That Lame Shit, That Same Shit
Nigga I'm A Savge, My Main Ho A Bad Bitch (A Bad Bitch)
You Talking Shit But You Can't Have It
Million Dollars That's On That Shit, Her Ass Yeah I Grab It
Her Titties, I Grip It
Riding Through The City With That AK-47, JUST TO BE SPECIFIC
Lil' Dre A-K-A Soulja
Pull Up In That Black, 25's On The Rover
How The Fuck You Put That On A Car, I'm A Star
25 Million I Go Far

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kim kardashian, kim kardashian, kim kardashian
kim kardashian, kim kardashian, kim kardashian
kim kardashian, kim kardashian, kim kardashian

oh my god, it’s 5 o’clock, i’m so swagged, posted on the block
so dmg and all that’s that shit i swagg, man that ocean gang came with that
get out the way
…feeling like a motherfucking mill, … that shotgun… swag
splashing money, splashy
oh i got it

kim kardashian, kim kardashian, kim kardashian
kim kardashian, kim kardashian, kim kardashian
kim kardashian, kim kardashian, kim kardashian

oh my god, swagging in the ferrari, girl drop that ass
it’s soulja boy… swagged out, …
damn my bracelet look like …
chain on my neck, swag, tattered like a bitch
kim kardashian, drop it down asses
swag on my nuts, meet me … hey
my …i got the drop swag,

kim kardashian, kim kardashian, kim kardashian
kim kardashian, kim kardashian, kim kardashian
kim kardashian, kim kardashian, kim kardashian x 2

damn she’s fine, she’s on my mind
she so beautiful, … from behind
kiss her on the lips, muah, muah, muah
i got so much swag
pretty … pretty girl, pretty swag
kim kardashian, long hair, yellow…
swear she got a nice hair… swagging with versace…

kim kardashian, kim kardashian, kim kardashian
kim kardashian, kim kardashian, kim kardashian
kim kardashian, kim kardashian, kim kardashian
oh my god kim kardashian
kim kardashian, kim kardashian, kim kardashian
kim kardashian, kim kardashian, kim kardashian
kim kardashian, kim kardashian, kim kardashian.

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[intro:]
soulja
kony 2012
right now, there are more people on facebook that there are on the planet
humanity’s greatest desire is to walk and connect
and now we see each other!
stop knony, stop kony
stop knony, stop kony
i got a life… and seven and a half days

stop kony, man, i can’t believe is going down
from my town, to your town, they’re taking kids,
turn them into soldiers, put a gun in his hand and his life is over
is getting so crazy, got to take it over
we gonna start kony it’s 20 over
it’s 2012 ten summers
kid…. take him to the jungle
aka 47… never seen his daddy, never seen his momma
this is history, all you gotta do is believe
soulja boy … almost leave…

new rules
the next twenty seven minutes are an experiment
stop knony, stop kony
stop knony, stop kony
we can do it ya
stop kony before it’s too late!
soulja!

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Hook:
you got to drink, yeah
you got to smoke, yeah
we roll up another one
brain got another one
drinks on the level, smoke on the right
and we gonna do this every single Friday night
got to drink, yeah
got to smoke, yeah
we roll up another one
brain got another one
drinks on the level, smoke on the right
and we gonna do this every single Friday night yeah

boy i had swag you all the fast G
fast lane, switch lane twitter..
bamboo soldier be mine I'ma stand hard
I'ma do my thing drop top some front yard
I'ma flash to club with three bottles
I'ma lead the club with three models
me and J bar sos the G bro
going in see me in three..

[Hook:]

party party party in the day front of..
vip shawty everybody drop to the
sodg, Bitch i love mama..
shake the ass, shake the ass
while I've been at the .. and I got any drinks to pay
it's bout the time to leave, it's bout the time to ..
waiting for a lead it just plus..

[Hook:]

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Mother fucking Gucci and Gold mix tape
Soulija!
Yeah, I know the whole street is rocking with me, nigger
Shut out to the whole mother fucking STA...
Shut out to the whole ..town
You already know what time...
She killing all niggers...
Chicago nigger, let's get it straight from the dough!

Bitch, don't call my phone
I'm chilling, smoking...
I'mma king on a throne
Niggers with that fuck shit
Man, the niggers must be goofy
Put the aka bitch
Pull a bullet in ...
I'm starting through the city
All this fucking... rock on me
Like a nigger P Diddy
And I just sign a check
So there's five more mil
Nigger talking for shit ...
And I came to the club, and they... on gym
... about the soldier, cause I whip you slow motion
...fucking water, better yet a fucking ocean
Oh my God, I've been killing shit, bitch
So you can't end, and I'm stupid, filthy rich
..and she slide oh my God
And I pop a fucking pill ...

Where's heading now
Where's heading now
Where's heading now
Where is heading?
You know!
Where is heading?
Where is heading for a...
You know where is heading
You know where is heading
You know where is heading
You know where is heading
It's money where we're stacking...

Hey, my little niggers with the shits, with the shits
So don't come around me with that goofy shit, goofy shit
Every song got drop a hit, drop a hit
Catch me on!

Where's heading now
Where's heading now
Where's heading now
Where is heading?
You know!
Where is heading?
You know it!
Where is heading?
You know it!
Where is heading for Chicky, where's heading?
For Fredo, where's heading?
..we stack and we're smoking...
Where's heading now
Where's heading now
Where's heading now
Where is heading?
You know!
Where is heading for Chicky, where's heading?
For Fredo, where's heading?
Is money where we're stacking
We're smoking...

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Swagger, swagger, swagger
Soldier, soulja boy tell em
Soldier, soulja boy tell em
Swagger

Chorus:
I said ridin ridin swerving swerving
Shawty wanna let me slurpy
Ridin ridin swerving swerving
Shawty wanna let me slurpy
Shawty wanna let me slurpy
I might as well call her my slurpy,
Slurpy, slurpy
Slurpy, slurpy
Ridin ridin swerving swerving
Shawty wanna let me slurpy, swagger
Shawty wanna let me slurpy, swagger
I might as well call her my slurpy

I said ridin ridin swerving swerving
Shawty wanna let me slurpy
I’ll be looking so damn plane
On the scene smoking that purple
The shawty see me on the highway driving in that brand new damn
This swag up turned up
Turned up see that entry
..try to be my name
But you can’t call em soldier
As you saw and ..on my chain
I pull that in that brand new rover
Done boy whip me boy
So did you get ti straight
All the money in your face
You cash up and you ..day
Six girls in the room
We in the swimming pool
Cashed up every day
Shawty this is where we do
Riding down the high way and i’m sleeping sleeping
Swerving swerving everybody
Know the shawty wanna..

[chorus:]

Okay i ride i ride like mister slurpy
Because you miss you wanna slurpy
She just suck me never drink me
Call em baby like she birth me
It’s amazing how she do it cal her friend and then they..
In my ..that’s how they do it
They just swallow on my..
She a bitch but she gonna s*ck me
L*ck me, f*ck me, give me money
Round her round and never turn me
Give me brain like she ..me
She a boy and soldier boy we turn your girl into a hore
And says so dmg to team they work while i’m sipping

[chorus:]

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[Hook]
I said I'm leaning like a kickstand
Leaning like a kickstand
Leaning like a kickstand
Leaning like a kickstand
Yeah we got them big bandz
Yeah we do it big man
Choppa on front of my pants incase that nigga trynna run up
Leaning like a kickstand
Leaning like a kickstand
Leaning like a kickstand
Leaning like a kickstand
Yeah we do it big man
Yeah we got them big bandz
Choppa on front of my pants incase that nigga trynna run up

[Verse]
(Soulja Boy Tell Em')
I'm leaning like uh kickstand
Yeah it got yo boy gone
All in the club and I'm standing in my own zone
Man I'm on the optimal
Man I'm on that cookie monster
Rollin on that OG kush
Man I'm bout to get the doe
Movin' like a slug doe
Movin' in slow motion
Racks in my pocket, Shawty bout to bust it open
Yellow bone bitch and she say she love my tattoos
Took her to the bathroom, she sucked me like a vacuum
Got damn I'm leanin', it must be the dreamin'
An all of these hoes on yo boy, they straight fienin'
Million dollar penis, I put it in her pussy
Came out the water, I never been...

[Hook]
I said I'm leaning like a kickstand
Leaning like a kickstand
Leaning like a kickstand
Leaning like a kickstand
Yeah we got them big bandz
Yeah we do it big man
Choppa on front of my pants incase that nigga trynna run up
Leaning like a kickstand
Leaning like a kickstand
Leaning like a kickstand
Leaning like a kickstand
Yeah we do it big man
Yeah we got them big bandz
Choppa on front of my pants incase that nigga trynna run up

I'm leaning like a kickstand
Yeah nigga gon' bitch
Leaning like smooth criminal
Leaning like a broke heel
Standing in the club, And I got all the girl' next to me
If you wanna lean like a fiend, I got the recipe
Double cup shawty, all at the party
Cali life living
Yeah im the illest
Chain costin billion
Bought yo bitch, she boss's a hundred zillion
Double cup shawty, I got lean to the ceilin'
Pints on pints on pints
Add this up in my ice
Lil Dre that be my name, I gives a fuck about yo life
Call my ...
Yeah you know we Cali life livin'
If you got the money then go ahead an fuckin' spend it

[Hook]
I said I'm leaning like a kickstand
Leaning like a kickstand
Leaning like a kickstand
Leaning like a kickstand
Yeah we got them big bandz
Yeah we do it big man
Choppa on front of my pants incase that nigga trynna run up
Leaning like a kickstand
Leaning like a kickstand
Leaning like a kickstand
Leaning like a kickstand
Yeah we do it big man
Yeah we got them big bandz
Choppa on front of my pants incase that nigga trynna run up

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