SOULJA BOY lyrics : "Soulja Banger"
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Real %#@!, get up on my level
Got a new chain, got a new bezel
I'm that $#&@ing ^!$$%, I'm that $#&@ing hitta
It don't really matter I'ma kill a ^!$$%
I'm riding with my ^!$$%s getting figures man
Yeah I'ma hit a man with my ^!$$%s man
I'm not a (*##$, I'm not a snitch, man you ^!$$%s broke
Now my ^!$$%s rich, hit the $#&@ing lick, then I take a trip
Then I $#&@ this (*##$, pistol on my hip
Knock a ^!$$% down, welcome to my town
Blowing by the pound, (*##$es going down
Hold a hunned rounds, let them gun sounds
Smoking on that noun, personal place a thing
^!$$%s talking %#@!, can't $#&@ with me
I'm sod, catch me in the streets
(*##$ I make it flip, make my money flip
And I make a transaction, then I bust a brick
Man I'm with my click and we stupid rich
(*##$ we hit licks, (*##$ we whip the %#@!
I'm not a (*##$, don't know play around
It will go down, it will go down
Like right now, hoe that choppa sound
Hollow tipping 30 clips, with a hunned round
You a ^!$$% flex, I lay you down
In that fast lane, I smoke a pound
I drive that car, to that $#&@ing spot
Hit my $#&@ing block, man that %#@! is hot
(*##$ I stack all night, all about my gwap
Catch me at the block, while that %#@! hot
Man my click on fire, ^!$$%s straight smoking
3rd eye open, pistol what I'm tolting
(*##$ you know I'm packing, ^!$$% never lacking
Ready for that action, (*##$ we get it cracking.
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