SOULJA BOY – Zan With That Lean

[Chorus]
I’m in that Zan with that Lean
Smoke nuthin but Irene
Them hoes going crazy when I’m on the scene
Racks on the way busting out them jeans
I keep the head of my army, I ain’t worried bout a thing
I got all these bandz on me, all this ice on me, all these hoes on me
Everything on me
Zan with that Lean
Nuthin but Irene
Hoes going crazy when I’m on the scene

Gotta go to the mall (Juice)
I gotta pull a band (Juice)
Fall off in the club, and I’m leaning like Kick Stand
All the ice on me (Juice)
All the bandz on me (Juice)
All the racks on me, it’s a master Piece
Got the hoes scream my name
Player life it’s shame, in the turning lane
In that drop top 5 flame
Bentley on them 4′s got me shittin on they ass
When I step inside the club wit them mutha fuckin zans
Skinek my name, man you know that game
SOD all day put that shit straight to your face.
Boy beat this case, now we got them racks
Now you got them hoes, now you got them tats

[Chorus]

Kush is on me (Juice)
Wit J-Money (Juice)
Running down I-20′s looking for some freaks (looking for some freaks)
Yellow diamonds shawty 100k a piece
Hop inside the VIP and all the girls on me
Zan with that Lean, SouljaBoy be clean
true religion jeans

Shit you never seen, fresh up on that scene
Wit that high right low left
Man the boy got wealth, girls cant help they self
Girls going wild, lifting up they shirts
Pull up in that lambo, that bitch go skirttt skirttt
Every where I go you know I’m putting in that work
SOD my turf.
Hit ‘em where it hurt

[Chorus]

Zan with that Lean
Smoke Nuthin but Irene [x2]
Bandz on me [x2]
All this ice on me, I ain’t worried bout a thing

SOULJA BOY feat. Kwony Cash, J Money – Zan Lean

[Chorus:]
I’m in that Zan with that Lean
Smoke nuthin but Irene
Them hoes going crazy when I’m on the scene
Racks on the way busting out them jeans
I keep the hammer on me, I ain’t worried bout a thing
I got All these bandz on me, all this ice on me, all these hoes on me
Everything on me
Zan with that Lean
Nuthin but Irene
Hoes going crazy when I’m on the scene

Gotta go to the mall {Juice}
I gotta pull a band {Juice}
Fall off in the club, and I’m leaning like Kick Stand
All the ice on me {Juice}
All the bandz on me {Juice}
All the racks on me, it’s a master Piece
Got the hoes scream my name
Player life it’s shame, in the turning lane
In that drop top 5 flame
Bentley on them 4′s got me shittin on they ass
When I step inside the club with them mutha fuckin zans
SB my name, man you know that game
SOD all day put that shit straight to your face.
Boy beat this case, now we got them racks
Now you got them hoes, now you got them tats

[Chorus]

Kush is on me {Juice}
With J-Money {Juice}
Riding down I-20 looking for some freaks (looking for some freaks)
Yellow diamonds shawty 100k a piece
Hop inside the VIP and all the girls on me
Zan with that Lean, SouljaBoy be clean
True religion jeans

Shit you never seen, fresh up on that scene
With that high right low left
Man the boy got wealth, girls can’t help they self
Girls going wild, lifting up they shirts
Pull up in that lambo, that bitch go skirttt skirttt
Every where I go you know I’m putting in that work
SOD my turf.
Hit ‘em where it hurt

[Chorus]

Zan with that Lean
Smoke Nuthin but Irene [x2]
Bandz on me [x2]
All this ice on me, I ain’t worried bout a thing

SOULJA BOY – Young Flexin

Young and flexin
Young and flexin
Aye man, ya’ll know what’s up with me man
This that nigga Soulja man
I’m the hottest nigga, man
I’m a gangsta man

Hey, free my nigga in that cell
Yeah that’s my nigga Zill
Man they could that boy the twill
When he touch down I’m a make his bail
Man I’m back up in the streets she again
I see young nigga jiggin with a fucking pen
Hey, I took a whole thing and I went in
They call me Soulja Boy these niggas looking like my twins
I go hard and I’m freggin pain,
My money long so I’m bound with my haters can
Nigga mad ’cause I’m cashin out outside the bank
I cashed out a million lay that shit up in the same,
The water fosset running, and it ain’t numbling
They looking round for me, they know this Soulja Boy that came
These niggas dope though they looking sort in life some things
But I’ll be pulling up with brand new fuckin jeans
Hundred thousand in my pocket how I fit in that,
50 in the little, 50 in the frontin back
I go so hard many niggas like some runnin backs,
I’m like a quarter back a bullet make you cash it man

Young & flexin, I said I’m said young & I’m flexin
I put some girl on my necklace,
And we drop blocks like we Tetris
Yeah I’m young & I’m flexin,
No auto tune, I’m a goon with no necklace
Hey, I said I’m young & I’m flexin
My goons out here, these niggas could get reckless

Wow I’m in the studio, I’m going out,
I’m on that loud man I’m going out,
Man I swear that it is going down
Pulled the chopper in that bitch got a hundred round
Oh, that pill got me biting down,
Wow, man we’re shooting ain’t no fighting now
I’m runnin at you like a tier now
Let’s go, I swear to God it’s like lightning now
Fow fow fow fow and that man down
Talking all that slick shit playing round
You’re fucking with the Soulja, I’m a box his ass
Put his pussy ass in s body bag,

I said I’m young & I’m flexin
Put some fucking gold in my necklace
Then we drop blocks like tetras
And my goons on alert, they get reckless

Hey free my nigga in that cell,
Yeah that’s my nigga Zill
Man I got a boy that twill
I know he feel like he inside hell
I know it, but when he touch down I make his bail
It’s Soulja hard man I’m going in
These nigga getting money I can’t really tell
I pour Lord, AOG in the junk man
It’s hesitation, niggas playing niggas stunt man
It’s not a game got the park man
I’m going hard in the travel going hard in the streets I’m going hard and the paint man

Gone, I said I’m young & I’m flexin
I’m young & I’m flexin
I said I’m young & I’m flexin
How this gold shit hanging on my neckline
Young & I’m flexin and we drop blocks like tetris
I said I’m young & I’m flexin
My goon on alert, man on nigga they get reckless
Leave a nigga breathless
I said I’m running that white Benz
Niggas playing and they fools and they no friends
Man you know how it goes in the low end.

SOULJA BOY feat. Arab – Yahhh!

Hey, Dem 30/30 Boyz, Soulja Boy and Arab
We got somthin new for y’all
When a motherfucka be in your face
Just on your nerves, talkin shit
And you just don’t wanna hear it
Just be like “yahhh, bitch, yahhh!”

[chorus]

(Hey, SoulJa Boy, can I get your autograph?) Yahhh, bitch, Yahhh!

(Yo, Arab, I really like you, man) Yahhh, Bitch, Yahhh!

(Are there any 30 boyz that…) Yah, Yah, Bitch, yah yahhh!

(Yeah, I was wonderin, can I be on your next…) yahhh, yahhh, Bitch!

Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face (Yahhh!)

[Verse 1:]
Let me tell you about the life
And how you live when you is a star
Every single place you go
The people run up to your car
Everybody wants to talk, and everybody wants to jive
Everybody wants a handshake, or want a high five
And these ugly girls always got a friend
That wants to talk to you
(Bitch, Yahhh, Yahhh, Trick And your friend, Yahhh, Yahhh Too!)
Ain’t got time for chitchat
I’m tryin to get this money
So get up out my face
You shit-breath dummy

[chorus]

(Hey, SoulJa Boy, can I get your autograph?) Yahhh, bitch, Yahhh!

(Yo, Arab, I really like you, man) Yahhh, Bitch, Yahhh!

(Are there any 30 boyz that…) Yah, Yah, Bitch, yah yahhh!

(Yeah, I was wonderin, can I be on your next…) yahhh, yahhh, Bitch!

Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face (Yahhh!)

Dawg, get out my face, Im startin to get mad
Walkin up
(Soulja Boy, Can I have your autograph?) Bitch, Yahhh, Bitch!
Leave me alone, let me get some peace
I’m sittin at the house and a nigga can’t sleep
Leave me alone ho, before I have to knock your ass out
(Hey Soulja Boy, when that new 30/30 boyz cd coming out?)
Bitch, Yahhh, Bitch!
Bitch, Yahhh, Bitch!
Bitch, Yahhh, Ya, Yah, Ya, Yahh, Ya, Bitch

[chorus]

(Hey, SoulJa Boy, can I get your autograph?) Yahhh, bitch, Yahhh!

(Yo, Arab, I really like you, man) Yahhh, Bitch, Yahhh!

(Are there any 30 boyz that…) Yah, Yah, Bitch, yah yahhh!

(Yeah, I was wonderin, can I be on your next…) yahhh, yahhh, Bitch!

Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face (Yahhh!)

Hey Soulja Boy, Wassup Man? Soulja Boyyy! Yeah, you like that?
We keep it crunk like that! Hey, man, you gonna let me get on this cd?
Man, come on, man, I got some bumpin stuff back at the-
Hey, Hey, Hey Araaab! Yeah You know I know that stuff “Watch My, Put It in da Chain”
Hey Soulja Boy, man, both of yall just listen, man, hey, man don’t turn around
Hey, man, listen! Hey, look, I just got to tell you somethin
‘Cause look, man, I know a nigga in Chica-
(Yahhh Bitch, Ya Yahh, Ya Yah Yah, Ya Yah)
Laughing
Yah Yahhhh, Bitch
Shut the fuck up, Bitch!
Yahhhh, goddamn, don’t you get it?
Yah,Ah,
Ah Yahhh
Bitch, Ya Yahhh Bitch!

SOULJA BOY – Wyd

Soulja what you doing?
Soulja what you doing?
Soulja what you doing?
What’s up?
What’s up?
They want to know what I’m doing
They want to know what I’m doing
They want to know what I’m doing
What’s up?
What’s up?
Soulja what you doing?
Soulja what you doing?
Soulja what you doing?
What’s up?
What’s up?
They want to know what I’m doing
They want to know what I’m doing
They want to know what I’m doing
What’s up?
What’s up?

I’m working, I’m working
I’m moving, I’m jogging
Hint twelve players
Might cling into it
I’m high stock
Yeah, yeah I’m high stock
It’s Nero
I’m so froze
Like that nigger Sub-Zero
Loud pack
OG
Cush at optimum
Twenty twelve, Bentley
Ain’t going to stop at them
Riding round and I’m swerving
Everything’s moving
Soulja’s more curse him
They want to know what I’m doing
BZ when you dropping?
BZ what you doing?
Every day splashing
I’m feeling so splashy
Money Gang
Fifty thirteen
What’s happening?

Soulja what you doing?
Soulja what you doing?
Soulja what you doing?
What’s up?
What’s up?
They want to know what I’m doing
They want to know what I’m doing
They want to know what I’m doing
What’s up?
What’s up?
Soulja what you doing?
Soulja what you doing?
Soulja what you doing?
What’s up?
What’s up?
They want to know what I’m doing
They want to know what I’m doing
They want to know what I’m doing
What’s up?
What’s up?

My bitch got a fat ass
Bring her to the crib
Let her see that you wrote that
Get her more cash
Every day I hustle
See me in the truck
And I flex the muscle
Moving bars
Putting bars
This the UFO
Trim at the water
Niggers like they go
Fifty
Young Dre bitch
I know you know what’s up
Sushi
And I’m riding round
In that armored truck
Fall abide they are not identified
See you saw
I know
And that is certified
Everything’s applied
And my eye red
And I’m anything
Man my tier slipped

Soulja what you doing?
Soulja what you doing?
Soulja what you doing?
Ok
Ok
They want to know what I’m doing
They want to know what I’m doing
They want to know what I’m doing
What’s up?
What’s up?
Soulja what you doing?
Soulja what you doing?
Soulja what you doing?
What’s up?
What’s up?
They want to know what I’m doing
They want to know what I’m doing

SOULJA BOY – Work

[Chorus:]
Work [x30]
Work On Deck

Soulja got muscle, ya girl friend I fucked her
Straight out that trap
Bitch that Westside struggle
Gucci bandana blue rag in the duffel
7-4 til the world blow folk hustler
Nigga got to get me bitch I all about that guap
3 years in the game in this shit ain’t gone stop
Call up Miami mike, posted up on plattn lane
Palm tree block, bricks, kush, and them chicken wings
Drop top 2010, black Mercado, raised in Atlanta but born in Chicago
Back in Mississippi man I had the hood lock, with a backpack full of money
And a half in my socks, you a stupid ass nigga if you think you shitting like me
Got a lot niggas hating cause they can’t get like me
Man I’m soulja boy tellem, I’m a tell you how it goes,
Put that pistol on my hip for these rached ass hoes
I’m a real ass nigga I ant never been fake
Bitch I bought that black hummer, sat that bitch on 28s
Mississippi trap boy, chi-town hometown
ATL Westside, zone 1 on now, bitch I’m a g
My first name soulja, disrespect me in my niggas gone fold ya
Took a couple small rats, threw them diamonds in my teeth
I’m equip with army guns so I’m ready for that beef

[Chorus]

SOULJA BOY – Vintage

Niggers say they want that beef
Agoff came in, strapped up
Laying niggers back up
Ballistics your back up
Better call for backup
Act tough
BZ got my back bro
Came in
Nigger like a navy seal
Keep it real
Niggers I’m up in that field
Like a fucking army man
Guns came from Pakistan
We came from Pakistan
Giving niggers bag hands
Street nigger’s life bitches
We all sitting up twenty inches
And I shit on twenty eight
Life is great
And it may
Eat the cake
Nigger I
Take you niggers any day
Never gave a fuck
Cause my cake up
Wake up
Bake up
Nigger I ain’t
With that fucking hating stuff
Fuck that
Positive
But I’m a lip
Twenty’s whip
Got my money on my mind
I’m out of here
So fly
Need some fucking land to give
Understand
Agoff Is the fucking man in here
Never gave a fuck about the next man
Nigger I’m the best man
Agoff I’m the hit man
Leaning on that [?]
Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage
See I
Got a sign A
Get my money all day
Whip my nigger TAZ
Ain’t no motherfucking freak
Rhymes for two time felon
That’s may selling
Weed on the street
Still hustle just to eat
Fuck with me you defeat
Never see me on the floor
I get hit some niggers get murdered
Get some murder more
It’s that real shit
Killer shit
Catch you up I’m real as shit
Pull you fucking eyes
Out your face
You be feeling shit
I don’t give a fuck
Smoke some drone
Passed that row
Bitches want to fuck some more
She off that blow
She’s a hoe
She going to suck me at the party
With the [?]
T some records in the club
And we not up here to fight
Just fuck a bitch
Swag out
Niggers out here mad about
Us balling out you just a fag out, a fag out
Pull you flag out
Bet it’s pink
Have a drink
Bitch ass nigger
Can’t get bitches
Cause his fucking breath stink
He’s on where these hoes at
Nigger where the drones at
You ain’t fresh bitch
Where your fly fresh clothes at?
You, looking broke rat
Looking like a broke bitch
We going to smoke some weed nigger
We don’t roll up rich
Brand new
Feeling shit
Brand new
Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage
Brand new
Killer tick
Brand new
Illicit
Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage, new vintage
Hoe that new vintage
New vintage hoe
Brand new
Ocean gang
Millionaire
Ben D
Fen D
Gucci
Bitches want to fuck me
Suck me
Screw me
Cocaine on my card
Yeah she going to sniff it up
Suck on his dick girl
Yeah going to get it up
Squirt you
Work you
But I never hurt you
Yeah it’s a clipping blood
Blood, cuts and raw moves
Yeah young Jesus
Niggers know where’s ether
Add that X on the front
Bitch it’s Tisa
Yeah slide you Visa
Yeah I’m like ether
Yeah I’m in the clouds yeah uh
But you see the cloud and the foreman
Sun of George Foreman
Good a grill good a meal
Yeah we be swarming
Yeah I’m that guy too
Yeah call me Tele View
Till your bitch went
She come in
To my view
Yeah it’s the teeth that click
SODMG bitch
Meet Soulja Boy
We be getting to know [?]
Soulja, Soulja, Tisa, tat a
[?]
I’m his beat
I’m a slap her
Yeah, I do this shit
Tisa Gang
Ocean Gang
What the fuck you want to do?
Bitch sniffing that cocaine
Yeah goddamn I swag got a space
Man you’re a fucking disgrace
Came in first place
Young Dre MCM briefcase
I got hit
Money in my pocket
[?]
Gold in my wallet
Treat you like a stocking
Hang you on that fucking wall
Death is what pick up a drone
So I won’t pick up her calls
Every day I fucking ball
And I’m knocking pictures
Of your fucking wall
Young Soulja Boy
Met my swag
It’s fantastic
Fuck your body
Dump your body
Of in Lake [?]
I’m live boy
It’s nothing
I’m riding on a lama
All day stitching clear with the drum bro
They don’t want their drama
Main they ride around with tats on them
Tisa Gang, Ocean Gang
We’ll swarm them
I don’t want to harm them
But I knock his head of his shoulder bro
Nigger catch an uppercut
Nigger catch a peak shot
Riding around my hood
Yeah you think it’s the east coast
Fucking with the west coast
Hit his man girl with the best throw
Goddamn this Tisa gang splashing
Ocean Gang
Came out the water ready for the action
Nigger talk that shit
I’m still going to get it in
This is like a homicide
I’m about my dividends
Twenty two twelve
We ain’t taking shit
Bro we taking it
Everywhere we hit the block
All that fucking cash we spent
Bitch is staring
Ocean Gang, Tisa Gang
All up in Paris
Goddamn don’t give me that
Bitch I’m Karl Lager Field
Swaging with that fifty clip
Talking on that fucking ship
Punch you in your fucking lip
Oh God
Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage

SOULJA BOY – Too Juiced Up

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
If you looking for me dogg, I’m on the block
Too juiced up
If you looking for me bitch, I’m on the block
Too juiced up

Juice mixtape!
All my niggas got juice
I got all the juice

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
If you looking for me dogg, I’m on the block
Too juiced up
If you looking for me bitch, I’m on the block
Too juiced up
If you looking for me ho, I’m in the club
Too juiced up
If you looking for me dogg, I’m in the mall
Too juiced up

[Verse: Soulja Boy]
I’m in the club, juice the whore
I’m on the block, 2-door 4
I give a fuck about your bitch
I send my goons, kick your door
Real street, real life
And we can sip that dirty Sprite
We can shoot em with the AK or
We can stab em with the knife
I gives a fuck, she can go
Blow for blow and toe for toe
I’m in your hood, come to my hood
There’s no limit, ho
I gives a fuck, go on
Come to my motherfucking zone
I got me another mil on my motherfucking phone

SOULJA BOY feat. Game – Too Faded

[Verse 1 : Game]
Hey yo I’m full of that purp
Can’t be fucked with when I’m rollin’
I like that backwood up and put that sun roof in motion
I hit the block like what, them boys can’t fuck with that phantom
Put them 6s down in buck kid, I fuck with Atlanta
Got that huge blow and rocks up in this
Shining like the staple center lights when Kobe go for 40 looking like mike!
Don’t compare me to these rap niggas I’m not like ‘em, I swear to God
I did went through hurt before, Chris Humphrey my dick big
You can ask the broads, I like my bitch authentic no fake
titties or ass
When she do I Ricky ruby on that hoe, I pass
since tall [?] fucking with the lights out
When the shit on like a [?] I fight though
I don’t wanna fight though, wanna lose your life though
So pull a 38 on yeah, turn a nigga mike on

Yeah, I’m fucked up and they hating
Turn all these rap niggas into blood zulu nation
Yeah, soldiers, the diamonds in your chain
Bigger than that nigga face and that’s foul, game

[Hook : Soulja Boy]
I’m fucked up and I’m faded
I said I’m fucked up and I’m faded
We got peach sirock syrup ‘tron, peach sirock syrup ‘tron, peach sirock syrup ‘tron,
Faded, I’m faded, faded
She faded, faded, he faded, faded, we faded,
Faded, faded, faded, faded, faded, I’m fucked up

[Verse 2 : Soulja Boy]
Puff pop and I pass on, rich nigga young asshole
Fuck you trying to tell me, go bars for the cash bro
I took charge and I went hard
Held it down for my fuck squad
Fuck you niggas talk about
Time we bring them racks out
Welcome to my spaceship, that shit look like a trap house
Go ahead and bring the Benz out
Recoup your hoe and we freezed up
Pound [?] that’s a beat up, 50 k on my sleeve bro
And I’m fresh fuck and my sleeve up
These niggas riding won’t be us
Everyday we get the bump, riding round smokin’ grind
2012 red Bentley mean, gang driving through compton
Bad bitches by the dozen, no police I ain’t coughing
And niggas saying they got swag
But it’s money gang or nothing
I’m high as fuck see it in my eyes
Shouts out game that number 5
Fresh as fuck till a nigga die
Gonna write my name up in the sky
Fick you niggas talking bout, we get cash by large amounts
I’m fucked up and I’m faded, got a mansion up in Las Vegas

[Hook]
I’m fucked up and I’m faded
I said I’m fucked up and I’m faded
We got peach sirock syrup ‘tron, peach sirock syrup ‘tron, peach sirock syrup ‘tron,
Faded, I’m faded, faded
She faded, faded, he faded, faded, we faded,
Faded, faded, faded, faded, faded, I’m fucked up

SOULJA BOY – There Go Soulja

There go Soulja, stacks on deck
There go Soulja, stacks on deck
Stacks on deck
West side! Hey, hey!

[Chorus:]
When I run through my block I’ll be like I told ya
Foreign with that biatch there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!
I’m riding through the hood and I’m feeling like I told ya
In that foreign whip, there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!

[Verse 1:]
Yeah, there go Soulja, I’m getting money
Ha ha ha, ain’t a damn thing funny
I’m in the truck, got that bitch down on me
A nigga try me, then you know that I blow it
Kill him, kill him!
And that pistol’s what I’m told aye
I’m in that rolly and I’m rolling
I got that Bentley and I roll it
We did a show and I’m on it!
I’m getting high, that’s a party
The Cush got me high to the next morning
Hey! I’m turnt up to the maximum
I drop my album in that shit, where the platinums?

[Chorus:]
When I run through my block I’ll be like I told ya
Foreign with that biatch there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!
I’m riding through the hood and I’m feeling like I told ya
In that foreign whip, there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!

[Verse 2:]
I picked up a bad bitch, in my Rolly
I’m running on the block and I’m frozen
I got that coat like it’s October
Niggas hating on the clique, but you know us
And ain’t nothing to a soulija
I got this money in my pocket and I blow up
No husband on me since I blowed up
And I’m sipping on this lean until I throw up
Was happening on the cap?
Big cash, stacks on deck, bitch we trappin
Bow-bow! Right now, man I’m poppin
I caught my broksy up and he gonna bring the chopper!

[Chorus:]
When I run through my block I’ll be like I told ya
Foreign with that biatch there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!
I’m riding through the hood and I’m feeling like I told ya
In that foreign whip, there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!

[Verse 3:]
I can’t lie, spent a lot on my Bentley
Two hundred fifty, come here with me
I’m flexing through the city
Got some true religion, Louis, Louis, Louis!
I’m fucking with this Louis shit!
I model up in Ninas with these special kicks
Niggas hating on my campaign
I’m getting money bitch you see me in a fast line
I’m gone
Man, you’re hating, it ain’t a doubt mane
I throw some money on my damn chain
I put some money on my down ring
I get so much money, like I’m selling cocaine!

[Chorus:]
When I run through my block I’ll be like I told ya
Foreign with that biatch there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!
I’m riding through the hood and I’m feeling like I told ya
In that foreign whip, there go Soulja,
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja!

SOULJA BOY – That’s My Nigga

Gold on deck bitch
Watch yo muthfucka mouth wen yu tlk to a muthfucka king
I step in d muthfucka club
Everybody lookin at me nigga
Yu already know wat time it is bitch
Dats my nigga
Hell yeah dats my nigga
wats up load up nigga racks up nigga
Beast up power up bitch I see you

[Hook:]
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Yea dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Yea dats my nigga

[Verse 1:]
Dats my nigga
Damn dats my nigga
Runnin in d paperchase
We gettin to d figures
We fuck d hoes
Big bank rolls
Stupis big bank rolls
Brand new jewerly
Brand new clothes
Aww
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Ridin through our city
Fuckin hella bitches
Sunny on deck and we still diggin ditches
We beefin fuck a peach treaty
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Wen I’m gettin tired told dat nigga to count dem figures
Different missions loaded
We gon run it on d duo we gon hit it fo d 2 fo
Hit dat bitch and wat is new tho

[Hook:]
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Yea dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Yea dats my nigga

[Verse 2:]
Dats my nigga
Ridin through the city
100 K in a duffle bag
Who fuckin with me
Dats my nigga
We runnin through these hoes
On d basketball court we gon through d score
Da whole thang
We jumpin out the gym
That’s my nigga
God damn we gettin it in
Backpack full wit nun but racks
Benjamin I’m in love wit dat
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
100 K I told dat boy to count dem figures
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
If dey disrespect yu best believe he gon pull dat trigga

[Hook:]
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Yea dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Aww dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Yea dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Dats my nigga
Damn dats my nigga

[Verse 3:]
If we get pulled over we aint snitchin
If we in d drought he aint bitchin
If we in dat beef he aint switchin
Dats my nigga God damn we bout to count to dese billions
To d grave
Until I’m gone
If I’m a king
We on d throne
I’m racked up
Kush in my cologne
If I hit the jewelry store he hit the jewerly store
If I hit the liquor store he hit the liquor store
If I kicked dat doe he down to kick a doe
Dats my nigga bet bout to blaze a blount
Dats my nigga I aint even got to stunt
Shouts to my niggas dat aint gettin it in
2012 we goin in
Gold on deck tell dem to dix dey face
I’m iced out
Don’t catch dat case
Yea yea dats my nigga
If yu see yo nigga say dats my nigga
We turned up
Gold on deck money gang we smoked up

SOULJA BOY – Swag Daddy

Shouts out to my nigga Ja-Bar….

Its Soulja Boy I’m in this muthafucker live..
Let’s get it!
Ocean Gang or drowned, bitch!
SODMG!

[Hook]
Niggas mad at me, Bitches mad at me
10 chains, 5 rings.. I’m the swag daddy
Bitches talking down, but I’mma swag
gladly [?] bitches talking down,
bitch I made my family happy…
Niggas mad at me, Bitches mad at me
10 chains, 5 rings.. I’m the swag daddy
Niggas mad bitch what I’ma swag gladly
Never gave a fuck I made my family happy

[Verse 1]
Ocean Gang, drown bitch, I’m back like I never left
Haters talking down, tell them niggas go and kill themself
Never gave a fuck, I don’t do this shit often
Came out the water like a pretty-ass dolphin
Swag on my fist bitch, 10 on my ring
I done stepped in the club god damn i made it rain
ball like major pain, two straps like mass paint
Niggas talking about me, SOD on me
SOD on everything man, this my life
God damn I love this shit, I wouldn’t trade it for shit
I done fucked 20 hoes, world around the globe
Made a bitch touch her toes
made her took up all the globe
Ocean Gang can drown, I’ll be standing on the stage
With a 100 million dollars like “God damn I’m brave!”
lil dre be the shit, nigga fuck what ya heard
Talking down on my clique, get flipped like a bird, bitch!

[Hook]
Niggas mad at me, Bitches mad at me
10 chains, 5 rings.. I’m the swag daddy
Bitches talking down, but I’mma swag
gladly [?] bitches talking down bitch
i made my family happy…
Niggas mad at me, Bitches mad at me
10 chains, 5 rings.. I’m the swag daddy
Niggas mad bitch what I’ma swag gladly
Never gave a fuck I made my family happy

[Verse 2]
LV shades on and my pants saggin
Screaming “Ocean Gang or drown!” I’m the Swag Daddy
Niggas mad cause I ride, and my paint candy
Niggas talking down, bitch, my swag outstanding!
Looking like I done came from another planet
Looking like I done swagged about another million
God damn, I’m some shit that you’ve never seen
I’m so fresh, look like I came out your dreams
Lil Dre bitch, I’m my brother’s keeper
AK-47, searching for the heat seeker
I’mma found you if you talking down
I’m the swag daddy bitch, that’s word around town
Disrespect SOD, bitch it’s going down
I’m not Yung Joc, bitch going down
My Swag nonstop in my fucking town
Welcome to my city.. let’s go smoke 100 pounds!!!

[Hook]
Niggas mad at me, Bitches mad at me
10 chains, 5 rings.. I’m the swag daddy
Bitches talking down, but I’mma swag
gladly [?] bitches talking down bitch
I made my family happy…
Niggas mad at me, Bitches mad at me
10 chains, 5 rings.. I’m the swag daddy
Niggas mad bitch what I’ma swag gladly
Never gave a fuck I made my family happy

[Verse 3]
All I’m hearing is Soulja Boy is getting cake
I don’t ever go to sleep, how the fuck I’m gonna wake n bake?
They call me Lil Drake, condo by the fuckin lake
The fuck you niggas smokin? Mission by the fuckin ocean
They tried to kick me off the plane
Cause my pants saggin
Went and caught the private jet cause I’m the swag daddy
Niggas mad cause my swag’s so outstanding
Pull up to the red carpet, hopping out the Phantom
I gives a fuck what you think, I do what I want to
Ride through my Trap, throwing money out the sunroof
If said it on the track then I fucking mean it
Pretty Boy Swag… I’m so damn conceited!
And I look like a fucking genius!
Standing on the tv screen, nigga suck my penis
No homo bitch, I’m rich, and I fucking mean it
God damn I smoke that purp, and that shit is stinking! (Bitch)

[Hook]
Niggas mad at me, Bitches mad at me
10 chains, 5 rings.. I’m the swag daddy
Bitches talking down, but I’mma swag
gladly [?] bitches talking down bitch
I made my family happy…
Niggas mad at me, Bitches mad at me
10 chains, 5 rings.. I’m the swag daddy
Niggas mad bitch what I’ma swag gladly
Never gave a fuck I made my family happy

[Outro]
Bitch! I never gave a fuck I made my family happy
uh.. souljer, swager, ocean, souljer, j-bar
[?] never gave a fuck I made my family happy!!

SOULJA BOY – Stop Kony

SOULJA
KONY, Twenty-Twelve

Right now, there are more people on FaceBook
Then there were on the planet 200 years ago

Humanity’s greatest desire is to belong and
Connect and now, we see each other

Stop Kony, Stop Kony
Stop Kony, Stop Kony

Stop Kony, man I can’t believe it’s going down.
From my town, to your town, they’re taking kids
Turn em into soldier,
put a gun in his hand
and his life is over
It’s getting so crazy
Gonna take it over
We Gonna Stop Kony it’s 20 over
It’s twenty-twelve, ten summers
Kidnap a kid, take him to the jungle.
AK-47 And he can he never
never seen his Daddy, never seen his Momma,
Make this his history
All you gotta do is believe
Soulja Boy I tell’em
Tattooed my sleeve
S. O. D. M. G

(Has new rules. The next 27 minutes are an experiment)

Stop Kony, Stop Kony
Stop Kony, Stop Kony

We can do it, yall.
Stop Kony
Before it’s too late
Soulja

(I can hear him)

Every single person in the world started this way.
He didn’t choose where or when he was born.

This your boy, Soulja Boy.

But because he’s here he matters.

Only You Can Do It
Stop Kony, Twenty-Twelve.

My name is Jason Russel
And this is my son, Gavin.
He loves jumping on the trampoline

Stop Kony

What do you think we should do about it?
We should stop him

We should stop who?
Him.
It’s obvious that Kony should be stoppped.
The problem is that 99% of the planet doesn’t know who he is.

Swag.

If they knew, Kony would have been stopped long ago.

Swag.

SOULJA BOY feat. Agoff – Splash Out

You already know
Fifty thirteen
Listen tiny pants and bitch
All this money in my hands
Got that money just for fun
Let my bitch have all the wood
Haters won’t hang up the phone
You know I don’t fuck and ball
Know where I live my fight I take it
My swag is so fucking sacred
Hating on me, I’m going to make it
Punk it out like I’m Jamaican
Lie her like a super saying
They say heck I’m going crazy
I’ve been getting money lately
And I know they still going to hate me
I’m going to stack up all this paper
Ocean Gang is what our name is
Pretty boy gangster
Every day I’m [?]
Twenty twelve
[?]
Splash out, splash out, splash out
Niggers hating on my dick
Cause they know that I’m the shit
Fuck what you heard bitch
Cause that nigger’s filthy rich
All this money in my bank
Niggers know I got them bands
Fuck all that shit that you heard
LV Gucci in their sack
Fucking with my niggers nigger
I’m a fuck around and kill you
Now they gave them fuck and shit
All you think I’m worth the billion
My click bitch you know we stunning
Every day we getting money
Splash out I’m smoking chronic
Lean us out I’m fucking stunning
[?]
Splashy, splashy

They want Soulja Boy to fall
Every day I fucking ball
Splash out, splash out, splash out
Ocean gang

SOULJA BOY – S.O.E.

Young soulja
Young Soulja
Swag
Swag ova everything
Obey [x4]
Ok
SODMG [x2]

[Hook:]
Aye God damn I do my thing
10 chains on my neck
Swag ova everything
Swag ova everything
Swag ova everything
God Damn yo boy do his thing
10 chains on my neck
Swag ova everything
Swag ova everything
Swag ova everything

[Verse 1:]
Swag ova Everything
Bruh I feelin racist
Pull up to the trap
And we switchin cases
I’m livin large poppin bottles in d club tho
20 mil in my shooters got d snanose?
I’m Soulja I turn my swag on
Swag ova everything I know you got dat
Money comin in and it’s fallin out my pocket
I’m in club takin off just like a rocket
We off the shits we off the shits
You bitches stop it

[Hook:]
Damn da boy do his thing
10 chains on my neck
Swag ova everything
Swag ova everything
Swag ova everything
God Damn yo boy do his thing
10 chains on my neck
Swag ova everything
Swag ova everything
Swag ova everything

[Verse 2:]
I’m ballin God Damn I’m Ballin
Hit my I-phone and girls won’t stop callin
At the concert man dey keep on screamin
Swag took ova everybody know I mean it
Turn my swag on
Pretty Boy Swag
God Damn Soulja Boy
You went so ham
I just set the game
40 on my shoulders
Tatted up my chain
Now everything over

[Hook:]
God Damn da boy do his thing
10 chains on my neck
Swag ova everything
Swag ova everything
Swag ova everything
God Damn yo boy do his thing
10 chains on my neck
Swag ova everything
Swag ova everything
Swag ova everything

[Verse 3:]
Soe yea it’s Soe
Screamin Obey
I got sum niggas with me
Got a couple mil and we gon blow dat
It feels great feelin like cawthrowback?
Every song I drop the beat goin ham
Pull up tropicana paint I’m him
Soulja Boy Tellem swag ova everything
150 K on my motherfucka diamond ring

[Hook:]
God Damn da boy do his thing
10 chains on my neck
Swag ova everything
Swag ova everything
Swag ova everything
God Damn da boy do his thing
10 chains on my neck
Swag ova everything
Swag ova everything
Swag ova everything

SOULJA BOY – SODMG

Yeah hoe
Yeah hoe
Yeah hoe
Soulja Boy over all our ball hard after all
Goddamn you Little Dre, my tie shine like Omaha
Fuck what you talking about?
Now made that pills that come up off
Word around town
Twenty two in a fucking drought
Little Dre chain me
Instead of whipping
Nigger you ain’t daisy
Not Smith & Western
Cutthroat niggers all about their dollar bill
Getting money I could kill this
That’s how the fuck you feel?
Rap through my hood feeling…
Real shit Little Dre I’m loaded low
Can maybe we draw
Call the plot
Twenty K don’t foul law
Two hundred beans
We going up
Now everybody asking
What the motive
Nigger know it
We don’t smoking
My young niggers control it
Yeah we rolling
These niggers are some horse shit
My niggers know some more shit
My niggers gone on more cliffs
Everybody asking what the problem
Everybody know I’m fucking balling or gobbling
Everybody know that I’m a motherfucking roller
Fuck what you talking
Got a chip on whose shoulder
Eat that motherfucker come
I’m savage and I’m hungry
Nigger looking in my plate
Nigger what? You want it?
Fuck nigger
What the fuck you niggers talking about?
I’m talking money by the large amount
Cash up nigger, SODMG bitch
I know you see a tat there on my sleeve bitch
Gets your white girl showing cleavage
What you talking about?
These niggers want to beat us
They can’t
I’m too original
I’m too official talk to clips like Little Fifty
My niggers can’t miss the epidemic
Ocean Gang we fucking winning
Niggers know we fucking swimming
Splash up like it’s nothing
Niggers asking why we getting too much money
Soulja Boy the movie
Bitches on that
Money coming in
Go rolling
Time to come flexing
Fuck what you heard man
I swerve in a Lex
Baby momma takes
Goddamn gorgeous
Hopping at the frontal
Rubs like Wheel of Fortune
All so important
Came out the water
Soulja Boy swaging
Now baby place his order
Money roll jizz
Like California
Cashed up I’m on it
Money gang, yeah we won it
We’re a mile up on it
All up on it

SOULJA BOY – She Thirsty

[Background:]
Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea,Yea
Yea,Yea,Yea, Yea,Yea
Yea, Yea,Yea

[Soulja Boy: Talking]
Ay, Its Yo Folks Soulja Boy
You Know What Im Saying
This Song Right Here
Is For All Them Girls That Be Thirsty
You Know What Im Saying
Be All Upon Yo Boy
You Know Who You Is

[Pre-Chorus:]
She Thirsty,She Thirsty,She Thirsty,
She Thirsty,She Thirsty,She Thirsty,
She Thirsty,She Thirsty,She Thirsty,
She Thirsty,She Thirsty,She Thirsty,
She Thirsty,She Thirsty
She Thirsty,She Thirsty

[Chorus:]
She Like My Swag (She Thirsty)
She Like My Hair Cut (She Thirsty)
She Like My Smile (She Thirsty)
She Want Me Wifyed Up (She Thirsty) [x2]

[Verse 1:]
Soulja Boy Tell’em Got The Gurl Gone Wild
When I Step On Stage, And Yo Boy Crack A Smile
She Thirsty, She Thirsty
She Wanna Ride With A (With A) G
First Class
She Wanna Fly With A (With A) G
Well She Coulda
She Coulda, Woulda, Yes She Shoulda
When It Come To Pulling Chicks, Under Chicks Pull Her
After The Show You Could Meet Me At The Hotel
Tell Eurrbody That She Know
Well Ol’ Well

[Pre-Chorus:]
She Thirsty,She Thirsty,She Thirsty,
She Thirsty,She Thirsty,She Thirsty,
She Thirsty,She Thirsty,She Thirsty,
She Thirsty,She Thirsty,She Thirsty,
She Thirsty,She Thirsty
She Thirsty,She Thirsty

[Chorus:]
She Like My Swag (She Thirsty)
She Like My Hair Cut (She Thirsty)
She Like My Smile (She Thirsty)
She Want Me Wifyed Up (She Thirsty) [x2]

[Verse 2:]
Walked Up In The Spot
And You Already Know
Soulja Boy Up In The Build
And It Time To Start The Show (Start The Show)
Stacks On Deck (Stacks On Deck)
Bathing Apes (Bathing Apes)
Yea Im Super Fresh (Yea Im Super Fresh)
Yea Thats A Rap (Yea Thats A Rap)
I Ride Super Clean (Super Clean)
In The Limousine (Limousine)
Gurls Say Im Super Cute
Got That Handsome Cream (Handsome Cream)
Heads Turn When I Walk Through The Door
She Said She Thirsty For Yo Boy
So Let Me Superman That…

[Pre-Chorus:]
She Thirsty,She Thirsty,She Thirsty,
She Thirsty,She Thirsty,She Thirsty,
She Thirsty,She Thirsty,She Thirsty,
She Thirsty,She Thirsty,She Thirsty,
She Thirsty,She Thirsty
She Thirsty,She Thirsty

[Chorus:]
She Like My Swag (She Thirsty)
She Like My Hair Cut (She Thirsty)
She Like My Smile (She Thirsty)
She Want Me Wifyed Up (She Thirsty) [x2]

[Bridge:]
She Like My Swag (My Swag)
She Like My Hair Cut (My Hair Cut)
She Like My Smile (My Smile)
She Want Me Wifyed Up (Me Wifyed Up) [x2]

She Thirsty,She Thirsty,She Thirsty,
Ayyyyyyyyy
She Thirsty,She Thirsty,She Thirsty,
Ayyyyyyyyy
She Thirsty,She Thirsty,She Thirsty,
Ayyyyyyyyy
She Thirsty,She Thirsty,She Thirsty,
Ayyyyyyyyy
She Thirsty,She Thirsty,She Thirsty,
Ayyyyyyyyy
She Thirsty,She Thirsty,She Thirsty,
Ayyyyyyyyy
So Let Me Superman That…

[Chorus:]
She Like My Swag (She Thirsty)
She Like My Hair Cut (She Thirsty)
She Like My Smile (She Thirsty)
She Want Me Wifyed Up (She Thirsty) [x2]

SOULJA BOY feat. Chief Keef – Say She Luv Me

She say she luv me whatever dat is
Do me a favor save dat shit
She say she luv me whatever dat is
Do me a favor save dat shit
Like bad kids they be wreckless
My heart sold like taxes
You say you know soulja they be like ya
Do me a favor save dat shit
You fonie niggas better stay back yea
Alot of steady clips no actin
She says she know soulja he be flexin
Pull the windows down smell freshin
Good loud packs smell like cat piss
Hanging out the roof you’re wreckless
Rocking in my rock jeans
[?] nigga following
I ain’t with the arguing
My niggas come cling clang no arguing
She say she luv me whatever dat is
We see lot shit get hectic
Alot of steady clips no acting
No sex bitch I only want the neck bitch
She say she luv me whatever dat is
Do me a favor save dat shit
Like bad kids they be wreckless
My heart sold like taxes
You say you know soulja they be like ya
Do me a favor save dat shit
You fonie niggas better stay back yea
Alot of steady clips no actin
Woke up this morning in my swag on a million
Omg soulja soul she fin to kill em
New mixtape got the streets going crazy
Speakers going hammer
Whipping up baby, pull up to the road panamera like it’s 80
30 on my trap got my cell going crazy
Yellow bone lady, suck me in the sadie
Gucci eveyrthing, versace on my lens, soulja
I’m so outta here I’m feeling like the bitch
Sodmg swagga and we chill
Soulja, soulsa, go and take it over
2012 lamborghini whip in slow motion
She say she luv me whatever dat is
Do me a favor save dat shit
Like bad kids they be wreckless
My heart sold like taxes
You say you know soulja they be like ya
Do me a favor save dat shit
You fonie niggas better stay back yea
Alot of steady clips no actin
She say she luv me whatever dat is
Do me a favor save dat shit

SOULJA BOY – Savage

Pulling up Lamborghinis nigga yeah, 2013 brand new Bentley trucks nigga (Soulja, pops on the beat, Soulja) yeah, SODMG nigga splash on ‘em Soulja, stack on deck money gang. Ride, pass me that Louie bag, (Dre, ay) Turn up, stand up

[Hook: x2]
Damn, I’m so savage [x4]
Her ass I grab it
She let a nigga stab it
Ready for the action
My whole crew splashin’

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Damn, I’m so savage
Lettin’ these niggas have it
Don’t play with me dog
I let that fuck boy have it (pow)
Riding in that Lambo, looking so savage
Bitches all on me, I’m a bitch magnet
Bitches so wet, pussy’s so moist
Pussy is so wet, for a rich nigga voice
Riding in that Lambo, followed by that Bentley
Soulja boy swag-o, shitting on you niggas (pow)
Talking down on me have my bruh grab the 30 clip
Snitching out on me have my bruh dig your fucking ditch
Soulja Boy Tell ‘Em looking so savage tho, man I swear to God all my niggas will let you have it though

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
Got that loud on you, let me smoke that shit
Got my click with me, and we roll so thick
SODMG, you better know that shit (pow)
We some sa-vage niggas, and we smoke that piff
Got my young niggas with me and he got that thing
Nigga, talk that fuck shit until his ass in danger
Catch him running like a motherfucking trackstar nigga
I be riding with them niggas, that’s the black cars nigga
With that black card nigga and a yellow bone bitch
She say she a model I don’t really give a fucking shit
I’m a fuck her throat dog cause a nigga savage, riding with my young niggas and you can’t have shit
Calling plays and my niggas bring it through, Young Dre aka; throwing money out the roof
Smoking loud after loud after loud to the face
Nigga talking fuck shit brought the K’s and beat the case

[Hook x2]

SOULJA BOY feat. Lil B – Rich Hoe

[Verse 1:]
I’m bout to get my dick wet, on the pill
I don’t give a fuck, I’m a keep it real
In my zan with that lean in that fuckin spot
Smokin kush blount all day and night [Juice x4]
I never gave a fuck because I made swag
Niggas talkin shit, but they think they bad
Coming with the juice, that my new shit
2 bentleys, 2 lambos, I’m the truth bitch
I never gave a fuck, I’m from simpson road
Niggas hatin on me, cause I’m bout to expload [Ka-Boom]
I’m with Tonio in iceberg. Suck my dick bitch

[Lil B:]
Bitch hoe, bitch hoe, I’m a bitch hoe

Rich hoe [x2] I’m a rich hoe
Rich hoe [x2] I’m a rich hoe
Rich hoe [x2] I’m a rich hoe
I’m a rich bitch, and dat hoe on my dick [x4]

[Verse 2:]
Like Waka Flocka, be on your way
All my bitches act gay.
30 on my dick cause I’m James
Fuck you young suckers
5 on my dick cause I’m ricky mardy
No homo, I’m rich hoe beg your pardon
I got fire like the twin towers
6 rings gettin bitches and I got the power

(Rich hoe [x2] I’m a rich hoe) [x4]

I’m a rich bitch, and dat hoe on my dick [x4]

[Verse 3:]
You try an fuck me over, you better watch your asses
Got9 red b’s between your glasses
Cause I’m sexy as I wanna be
She suck my dick cause I’m rich
And it’s a boy status
Bitches on me even though it wasn’t -
Your a fake thug, you so boring
Shot gun when my bitch sit
100 bitches on my dick cause I’m a rich hoe