flame, White Boy got them thangs White Boy a hot damn shame, White Boy hot like mars Y'alls flow hot like March, y'all can't stop these bars White Boy
is breakin' the boy don't be fakin' Maybe they're just jealous of the dollars I'm makin' But you're down with me. You know god gifted me Black kids say
nigga, gun out, I'ma down you Put niggas to sleep like a motherfucking downer I'm a great white, you's a flounder Fish and a bitch, I tuna eveything around you U
armed for baggage, it's tragic, some Vietnam shit Flat-lining all you cats up in a long wiz Out-of-towners, proper heavenly father, you know the song,
blue lenses needed The red, white, and blues in the chains makes them pledge Allegiance These 16s is undefeated, now crown me It's the all mighty duo, you know
Bo Diddley He practiced the guitar everyday and sometimes into the night Till his papa's hair began to turn white His pa said, "Son, listen hear, I know
throw it in the air Celebratin' wealth pourin' Moet in her hair Excuse me her weave the blue is her weed Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese Dat boy
best friends a sister i leave her p-ssy microsoft like windows vista young tunche, pop that cucci for a goon hoe bullet in you boys memory, now u act like u dont know
, of course it's missin' Don't want her man to know That I'ma hit when I'm finished I'ma hand the hoe Back to her man befo', he even have to know A weddin
U-ing nigga next up is J R Uh, tell ya Lil' J is down with us The boy Big Chief is down with us The nigga California is down with us You know the boy
your money up Get your money up boy, get your money up Know you wanna see somethin' better than them autobus Get your money up boy, get your money up You know
I be off in the hood I bet you dont ever go there Ayy so slow there boy Don't go there boy Its people you dont know there boy Young nigga thats addicted
busted Bust it out, chant chant Common Sense you know is running things Let's show you we know you run it down You ain't seeing us though we running things Yeah, you know
stop her, In a locker Until they see all them poppers in the backseat (Is them your hoes?) Guess I'm goin' (?????????????) (Iz you puttin' that vase in they toes?) Bitch, You know
[Soulja Boy:] Aye Rab mayne i just got back from the mall mayne guess what I got? [A-Rab:] What you get Soulja Boy [Soulja Boy:] Mayne I got me some bathing
my boy arab and other parnta donloc 30 deep da click be da ones u can get wit i heard a hata hatin off dat hatarade stop it. i seen u sayin u gone shoot
[Intro:] [Soulja Boy:] Arab, Jibbs [?] Man I Jus Got Back From Tokyo Man, Guess Wat I Got [Arab & Jibbs:] Man, What'chu Get Soulja Boy [?] [Souja Boy:]
