Soulja Boy
Soulja Boy - Great Seal lyrics
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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