[Soulja Boy] I'm so motherfucking dope, bitch I'm the truth Riding through my hood throwing money out the roof And everybody saying Soulja Boy got the juice But the real shit is bitch, the nigga is the truth And the real kicks is bitch, that shit cost a hundred 'Bout six hundred see my nigga getting blunted Shout out to my niggas on the block getting money Real shit he got his whole clique stunting Got no top and no buster, no weak motherfucker Pull up in that trap and everybody screaming whoa Where the fuck you get that at home boy froze but Home boy cold with the motherfucking most but Everywhere I go they wanna take a fucking picture Oh my god, I must be that nigga Oh my god, she drunk off that liquor But I'm not a fucking hipster but I will fuck your sister Swag off the ripped a bitch nigga you remember Came through the hood frozed up like December Got this ice on my chain, the jewellery was a mystery When Soulja Boy came out you know I made history I stepped in the club VIP 'bout 60 deep Bitches walking up saying Soulja you the shit to me Hoes wanna kiss my feet, goddamn I'm royalty They ain't really shit to me you know I swag OD I swag out the roof doe, bitches so cold like pluto Man I thought you knew doe, Soulja Boy Tell'Em got the juice doe Every time you see me got a new ho Goddamn you know it's going down for the 2-4 2-4, catch me on the Maserati flip Slap the Maserati matte black paint, these niggas wanna copy But hold on, my nigga got the last throne and the king Hold on, tell my nigga get your crown roll on Tell my nigga get his goddamn bling Every time you see me I'mma rock the scene I'm a Soulja, nigga I done told ya' CEO swag mob, man my young nigga fold ya' Pull up in the Rover, fucking with Mustard And I got everything on me custom 25k, tell a nigga rush them With the baggage claim put 20 on them busters 50 and his sister nigga still window shopping…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
