SOULJA BOY – Ocean Gang Splash

Ocean gang bitch, crank up the volume
Yo bitch on my dick, she suck me like a vacuum
What the fuck you talking bout
Brand new ice soon
Fuck what they talking bout, bitch I’m a tycoon
Swag everyday, but I don’t do this often
Hoes on my dick, I came out the water like a dolphin
Niggas getting mad, they some has beens
Took your bitch to the movie, she hot like a jacuzzi
Word around town soulja boy got the potion
Bitch I close my eyes, but my third eye is open
Everyday I’m smoking, you would think I was jesus
They want to see me on the cross
I ball everyday like a fucking boss
Ocean gang

Splash on your bitch [x3]
Nigga ocean gang, ocean gang
Splash on your bitch [x3]
Nigga ocean gang, ocean gang
Splash [x4], huh
Splash [x4], what
Splash [x4], huh
Splash [x2]
Ocean gang, ocean gang

Fuck what you talking bout, I’m getting money on itunes
I’m outer space swagging, little nigga call me neptune
Swag on my dick, and I’m turning up the panturn
Niggas getting mad, I’m like the third ring on saturn
Causing up disaster, it’s tragic when I swerve hard
I pull up in that new jet, yo bitch just gave me new neck
Niggas getting mad because I make it look so easy
Niggas cannot see me, I call them little stevies
Riding thru my trap, and I see niggas wanna be me
I post up on the tv screen, bet and mtv
Where should the story begin, my whole life on cnn
I swagged up, yeah times 10
I sip lean, nigga fuck ginn

Ugh
Splash [x4]
Ocean, ocean
Splash [x3]
Ocean [x6]
Spash [x4]
Ocean gang splash
Ocean, ocean
Splash, slash
Ocean gang splash
Ocean gang splash

Niggas keep rapping, but I don’t feel them
If you looking for me bitch, I am in the middle
Pulling up a b-man, I call that shit a skittle
20 ounces on me man, I’m bout to do it big bitch
Lil dre I swagged up, little niggas feel him
Any nigga on a b, I fuck around and kill him
You bitch nigga need tissues, I dismiss you
Swag swag like,.. freestyle like ginsoo
God damn it’s lil dre, my chain cost 300k

Ocean gang splash, huh huh
Ocean gang, ocean gang, splash, huh huh
Ocean gang, ocean gang, splash, huh huh huh huh
Splash [x3]
Ocean gang
Splash [x3]
Ocean gang
Splash [x3]
Ocean gang
Splash, swag, swag, swag

SOULJA BOY – My City

[Chorus:]
Welcome to my city, bring you to my city
Let you ride around my city, I can
Show you ’round my city, welcome to my city
Bring you to my city, I can show you round my city
That’s my city
Welcome to my city, this my city [x2]
Let you ride around my city
Show you ’round my city, let me bring you to my city
I’m that nigga

[Verse 1:]
We sip lean in my city
We smoke weed in my city, I’m that nigga
I let them dream in my city
You do it big, I do it bigger
I can you bring you to my city, I can show you all the spots
Let you come and kick it
We can post up on my block
I can put you on babe, loud pack the strong way
Zone 1 to zone 3
I can bring you to my city
I can show you double digits, I’m that nigga
Double cup with my swisher
We can take a priceless picture in my city, this my city
Welcome to my city, you gon’ love it in my city
Come and kick it with me
Bring you to my city, I can show you how we get it
Welcome to my city

[Chorus:]
Welcome to my city, bring you to my city
Let you ride around my city, I can
Show you ’round my city, welcome to my city
Bring you to my city, I can show you round my city
That’s my city
Welcome to my city, this my city [x2]
Let me ride you round my city
Show you ’round my city, let me bring you to my city
I’m that nigga

[Verse 2:]
Bring you to my city, and show you how we rock
Bring you to my city, and have fun all night
And you asking
About where I hang, about where I be at
I be doing my thing, my thing
My Thing
Show you how we ball
Take you to the mall, money stacking tall
Fuck what the bling cost, shawty said she quiet in the club
About to take a ring home
Come and join the team dog
Everyday we ball, like we in a arena
Zan with the lean bruh, shit you never seen bruh
True religion jeans bruh

[Chorus:]
Welcome to my city, bring you to my city
Let you ride around my city, I can
Show you ’round my city, welcome to my city
Bring you to my city, I can show you round my city
That’s my city
Welcome to my city, this my city [x2]
Let me ride you ’round my city
Show you ’round my city, let me bring you to my city
I’m that nigga

SOULJA BOY feat. Kreayshawn & V.I.C – Swisher Sweet Swag

Five gold chains and you know I do my thing bitch
It’s Soulja Boy tell ‘em, man these rappers on that lame shit
I came out the water
Standing on the carpet
Five gold chains like a black, pink dolphin (WOO)
Gold grill shawty
Blast gang, gang gang gang
Money gang montana and you know I do my damn thing
Swagged up shawty, yea I made swag he
40 on my wrist, and I swagged out the asshole
Young choppa banana clips gone leave swago-tango
Nigga talking all that shit, but my diamonds like a rainbow
Bitch I swag, like a cango
Okay, I hit you in yo ankle
Bitch I ride, round my trap
It’s so fly, so if you say so
It’s okay though, I’m gon’ play hoe
I’m gon’ ball like [?]
All my money, yea my pesos
Bitch you get back,
You like legos
So you black

[Chorus]
Swisher Sweet Swag [x7]
Kush, smoking loud when I
Swisher Sweet Swag
Girls on now when I
Swisher Sweet Swag [x5]

Soulja Boy got the cash bruh
Red iPhone like, swag swag swag swag bruh
Came out the water like back to the future
Got so much money, got it off of the computer
Macbook PRO
Bitch I’m shawty Lo
Twitter.com/IGotItForTheLow
Tumblr on a hoe
Google+ my dawg
Niggas getting mad cause I sold out my show
Pretty boy gang, pretty boy mod
Shouts out Kreayshawn, that’s that white girl mob
The girl suck my dick like corn on a cob
You flexin in my hood, I bet you get yo ass robbed
It’s halloween season
It’s yellow diamond Beezy
I came out the water beefin
Fuck a peace treaty
I’m beefin with my own niggas
I’m beefin with my own state
I gives a fuck about yo face
I shoot yo bitch up in yo face

[Chorus]

SOULJA BOY – More Than I Can

I got more hoes than I can fuck
Got more cars than I can drive
More clothes than I can wear
More jets than I can fly

I ain’t ever seen a drought
I ain’t ever seen a drought
I swear to God dog, I ain’t ever seen a drought

I got more jewelery than I can rock
More kush than I can smoke
More lean than I can drink
I ain’t ever going broke

I ain’t ever seen a drought
I ain’t ever seen a drought
I swear to God dog, I ain’t ever seen a drought

[Verse 1:]
I’m talking Lambo’s, Hummer Trucks, Bentleys and all of that
Pulling up Mercades at the parting jet
It’s Lil’ Dre AKA Soulja Boy Tellem
Two mill off a tour somebody get em
Everyday we hustle and we hustle hard
You ain’t got the check put it on a fucking card
Niggas show respect cause a nigga living large
Respect the hustle pulling up like El Debarge
All white everthing in the parling lot
Nigga drop the top in the parking lot
Mixtape dropped and it’s downloaded
Kush in my lungs damn near exploaded
Fake rappers around damn near exposed them
Lil’ Dre everything on me frozen
20 karats Bugs Bunny mad at me
10 chain 5 ring the swag daddy

I got more hoes than I can fuck
Got more cars than I can drive
More clothes than I can wear
More jets than I can fly

I ain’t ever seen a drought
I ain’t ever seen a drought
I swear to God dog, I ain’t ever seen a drought

I got more jewelery than I can rock
More kush than I can smoke
More lean than I can drink
I ain’t ever going broke

I ain’t ever seen a drought
I ain’t ever seen a drought
I swear to God dog, I ain’t ever seen a drought

[Verse 2:]
I got million dollar thoughts
You can hear it in my voice dog
Hear it in my raps
You can hear it in my chorus dog
Pulled up drop top
Panamera Porsche dog
Everbody looking at me
Soulja Boy done went hard
Yeah I done went ham
Doors up don’t slam
Real shit
I done came out
Going ham
Young Dre
And I ain’t ever going back
Made it out my situation
Now I’m smoking loud pack
Million after million
Buck after buck
Every dollar counts
So I’m stacking that shit up
Come in to my mansion
I got cash to the cealing
It’s the money making mission
And I put that on the building
S. O. D. Money Gang
Tell the feel it
Tatted up my whole chest
Felxing my campaign
S O D got damned
Ten racks
I made it rain
Two straps
In the rap game
I’m Max Payne

I got more hoes than I can fuck
Got more cars than I can drive
More clothes than I can wear
More jets than I can fly

I ain’t ever seen a drought
I ain’t ever seen a drought
I swear to God dog, I ain’t ever seen a drought

I got more jewelery than I can rock
More kush than I can smoke
More lean than I can drink
I ain’t ever going broke

I ain’t ever seen a drought
I ain’t ever seen a drought
I swear to God dog, I ain’t ever seen a drought

SOULJA BOY – Make My City Proud

Ocean Gang, oh God
SODMG we in this mufucker man
Souljer
Swag took over the rap game man
Straight up man

[Verse 1]
Diamonds on my neck, tried to reach it? Suicidal (Huuh)
Long banana clips, but that only for survival. (Uh)
Ocean Gang niggas wit me, lookin for my rivals
Standing on the TV screen, yeah, I will supply you. (I will supply you)
Red diamond chain, shouts out to the west coast (Westcoast)
AK cocked back, and I’m aimin at the boy throat. (Swag)
Chicago Bulls snapback, yeah I make it classy (Classy)
Hoppin out the phantom, its the black swag daddy. (Daddy)
Gold grill, chain, and you know my pants saggin (Lets go)
Standin in the club, and you know I make it rain tho. (Lets go)
Lookin so handsome, the girl called a taxi
Word around town, that bitch was leakin thru her maxi. (Souljer)
Ridin thru my hood, and I’m lookin like Obama (Yuah)
12 shotguns and I’m ready for the thunder. (Haa)
Young Soulja Boy, man I came in harder
Man I swagged, took the rap game. You know that I started it
Young Dre my name, Nike McFlys got me lookin like I fell out the mufuckin sky (Huuh)
Soulja Boy Tellem, why would I lie? I be standin on cloud 9, got damn I’m so high
Took the bitch to the hotel, and blew the bitch back out (Huuh)
I hopped up in the Ferrari, race off. I took the track out. (What)
Soulja Boy Tellem, I’m all up in the air
I got so many diamonds, neck like a chandelier. (Oh God)

[Refrain]
You know its goin down, Speakers turnt up loud
When I’m in a crowd, You know I’m turnt up now (Turnt up)
Ocean Gang or drown, In ya fuckin town (Uh)
Word around town? I’m so hot right now!

[Hook]
I’mma make my city proud
Make my city proud
Make my city proud
Make my city proud (Ayye)
I’mma make my city proud
Make my city proud
Make my city proud
I’mma make my city proud (Ya digg)

[Verse 2]
Word around town, I done copped a gold bracelet
The penthouse sweet, got me on some Scarface shit
Bitches too basic? Get the fuck back (Uuh)
I be in LA, wit the automatic strap. (Yuhh)
Yellow bone beside me, she put head of in my lap (Lap)
See I’m ridin thru my hood, its like casino shootin craps. (Lets go)
Soulja Boy Tellem. Red shirt, I pull the vert off (Take off)
When I pull up in the club, I make the hoes take they shirt off. (Take off)
Swag on deck, man I swag so immaculate
Money on deck, I flip the money like a spatula. (Shoo)
Soulja Boy Tellem, man my swag so spectacular (Souljer)
Swag so cold, like I’m standin in Alaska bitch
The matte black Maserati, I set it on dubs
Had 40 K cash, when I stepped in the club
S O D, Ocean Gang. Everything on us
Keep my eye on these rappers, trina snatch my plug
20 12 red Bentley, wit my swag turnt up
24 Forgiatos, and it make my tires scrub
Take a knee everyday, and then I take the man above
When you see me on red carpets, thats that Bape on my glove. (Oh God)

[Refrain]
You know its goin down, Speakers turnt up loud (Aaey)
When I’m in a crowd, You know I’m turnt up now (Swag)
Ocean Gang or drown, In ya fuckin town
Word around town? I’m so hot right now!

[Hook]
I’mma make my city proud
Make my city proud
Make my city proud
Make my city proud
I’mma make my city proud
Make my city proud
Make my city proud
I’mma make my city proud

SOULJA BOY feat. Big Sean – Love Money

[Soulja Boy: Intro]
Hey, hey, hey, hey,
Souljer, (aight) souljer, souljer (ok)
We in this thang (aight)…(Soulja Boy Tellem)
You already know what time it is mane
(Skurt, Skurt… Skurt)
We Back in here.
Uh,

[Chorus]
Yes I do love money,
Keep my whole cliq stuntin’,
Nothing but them hunnids,
Keep them ones don’t want em.

Yes I do love money,
Keep my whole cliq stuntin’,
Nothing but them hunnids,
Keep them ones don’t want em.

Yes I do love money,
Yes I do love money,
Yes I do love money,
Keep my whole cliq stuntin,

Yes I do love money,
Yes I do love money,
Yes I do love money,
Keep my whole cliq stuntin,

Nothing but them hunnids,
Nothing but them hunnids,
Nothing but them hunnids,
Keep them ones don’t want em.

Nothing but them hunnids,
Nothing but them hunnids,
Nothing but them hunnids,
Keep them ones don’t want em.

[Soulja Boy]
L-O-V-E M-O-N-E-Y,
Cop the true religion tee,
And threw 300 in the sky,
Polo shoes on my feet,
And my pants are saggin’,
Looking so pretty,
You would’ve thought I was a faggot,
Watch the hood get it,
Cook it like chicken,

And I got the combo,
And it came wit biscuits,
And I got the combo,
And it came wit biscuits,
And I got the combo,
And it came wit biscuits,

[Chorus]
Yes I do love money,
Keep my whole cliq stuntin,
Nothing but them hunnids,
Keep them ones don’t want em.

Yes I do love money,
Keep my whole cliq stuntin,
Nothing but them hunnids,
Keep them ones don’t want em.

Yes I do love money,
Yes I do love money,
Yes I do love money,
Keep my whole cliq stuntin,

Yes I do love money,
Yes I do love money,
Yes I do love money,
Keep my whole cliq stuntin,

Nothing but them hunnids,
Nothing but them hunnids,
Nothing but them hunnids,
Keep them ones don’t want em.

Nothing but them hunnids,
Nothing but them hunnids,
Nothing but them hunnids,
Keep them ones don’t want em.

[Big Sean]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, why everything green is good for me?
I met these bitch ass niggas couldn’t be,
Six mile that’s just the hood in me,
P my ghetto poetry,
Im getting high and rappin’ that’s flowetry (flow-e-tree)
Is that a green carpet? Now the whole floor a tree.
I swear to GOD aint no hoe in me,
But im in a hose,
Im prolly in ya’ hoe, (in ya’ hoe)
Aw shit there go a staple,
At least you know my bitch centerfold,
I belong in the Guinness,
From worldstar I rented,
Don’t fuck with these niggas,
Im fuckin they misses,
Im stacking my money,
My money get interest,
My interest get business,
My business get bitches.

[Big Sean: Outro]
B-I-G,
I do it,
Boi, boi,
Boys and hoes stuntin,
Yes I do love money,
Yes I do love money,
Keep my whole cliq stuntin,
You aint getting moneyyyyyyy,
Haaaaaaaaaaa,

I do it,
Finally famous getting,
Finally famous getting,
Money and bitches,
Money and bitches,
Im getting money and bitches,
SOD!!!…Good,

That Detroit player shit,
Man I just did a show,
That’s why my muthafuckin voice gone,
B-I-G,
Sean Don, That’s my nickname BITCH!,

I don’t love bitches,
I just love money, (Yeah)
I don’t love bitches,
Man I swear I love money,
SOD!!!,

Soulja, Soulja, Soulja,
B-I-G BITCH!,
Prolly got yo bitch in the trans nigga, (hahaha)
Again,
Yeah,
Shout out my nigga sed ink,
I do it, (yeah)
Cool aight cool.

SOULJA BOY – Love For The Streets

Y’all really know man that real shit
Fifty thirteen shit
Twenty twelve shit
Type a shit that be going through my mind like
When I’m seeing dollars sounds like
Gold bars are obstacles I climb
Illuminator haters find light
And they shitting on them niggers too
That’s why I wake up feeling like the truth
And that nigger won’t be stopped
Hard hustle, just to take the pot
Niggers scheme every day
Just to make a plot
Read between the lines
And connect the dots
Yeah we living in tomorrow
Twenty twelve, Bentley clip
Full of hollows
Them niggers getting it in on the battle field
Ten chain, five rounds, soldier lack of fear
Who knows man? This just might
Fifty stars, thirteen stripes
Making history on a daily basis
Some people love it
Some people hate it
I see it in their faces
You got the right grind
I’m not trying to get left on the sideline
So every think I wake up to thank God
Check the guide lines on the damn ground
A pin is on my timeline I’m putting it out
Real music’s from the very start
And I do it fucking big cause they say I couldn’t
And I do it even bigger cause they say I wouldn’t
Rolling numbers with a pair of dice
SODMG that’s paradise
I’m going out
Smoking as I flow
Me and y’all got this rap shit in the yo
Couple helicopters, cribs and a boat
Who the fuck’s stopping us?
And they pointing blocks for us
Standing outside all night did a lot for books
Can’t take nothing away from me

SOULJA BOY – Lemme F

Yeah
Mane this song right here for all the sexy ladies out there mane you know what I’m sayin
Soulja Boy Tellem

It’s some hoes in this house, if you seem ‘em point ‘em out girl I’m lookin for your body, I want fuck you in your mouth

[CHORUS:]
Lemme fuck some, lemme fuck some bitch, lemme fuck some
lemme fuck some bitch, lemme fuck some, lemme fuck some bitch, lemme fuck some, lemme fuck some bitch

I’m in town for the night, you ain’t gotta fight
You said you wanna fuck, and it just got hyped
Come and spend the night, I show you how I live
This smoke got dem fantoms and a huge ass crib
I put you on coden, I put you on good weed
I love you cross the sheet, and then I beat ur ass to sleep
Lil Dre off in these sheets. Imma fuck her for a hour
I Bust a couple nuts and then I hop off in the shower
She suck a boss dick, cause I’m a SOD boss
And I pull off in the fantom wit the top chopped off
I do my thang bitch, I make it rain bitch, I want some head
Yeah I want some fucking brains bitch, you know my name bitch, you know the clique bitch, we fifty rich bitch, mane we doing this shit we hit licks

[CHORUS:]
Now Lemme fuck some, I’m tryna fuck some bitch, lemme fuck some, I’m tryna fuck some bitch, lemme fuck some, I’m tryna fuck some bitch, lemme fuck some, I’m tryna fuck some bitch, lemme fuck some, I’m tryna fuck some bitch

Let me hit hoe (hoe) Let me hit Hoe (Hoe)
Once I fuck , Imma kick ya right up out the door
You know how it go, SOD hoe
I fuck ya in the face cuz I got a bank roll, a stupid bank roll
Lemme fuck some, I call my partner over here, he tryna bust some, he tryna fuck some, all night hoe, hit it from the back, get that pussy right hoe, I want it wet bitch, good sex bitch, if you ain’t know soulja be the best bitch.
Fuck the clique right, hit it all night, then I fuck around and sip some of that dirty sprite, I hit it from the front, I hit it from the back, I hit it in the Benz and in the Cadillac.

[CHORUS:]
I’m tryna fuck some bitch, lemme fuck some, I’m tryna fuck some bitch, lemme fuck some, I’m tryna fuck some bitch, lemme fuck some, I’m tryna fuck some bitch, lemme fuck some, I’m tryna fuck some bitch, lemme fuck some, I’m tryna fuck some bitch, lemme fuck some yeah yeah

SOULJA BOY – Lebron James

I’m LeBron James, I’m LeBron James
I’m LeBron James, I’m LeBron James,
I’m LeBron James
I’m LeBron James
Ridin with that 66, I’m LeBron James
Ridin with that 6, I’m LeBron James
Ridin with that 6, I’m LeBron James
Ridin with that 6, I’m LeBron James

Balling on you fuck niggas, you fuck niggas (don’t know you) I know you suck
Catch me in the trap with no fuck
I can’t be with the niggas, I can’t deal with them
I stay off in some new Louie danced in em
Goddamn I’m paid, rich gang
Stacks on deck (stacks on deck), money game (money game)
I’m in the hood with bout 6 chains (with bout 6 chains)
Riding with that 6 I’m hard in the paint
James, swaggin like I’m James
10 gold chains, your bitch know my name, my name, my name
So much money off this plane
I’m in the trap, you know I’m sellin cane

I’m LeBron James, I’m LeBron James
I’m LeBron James, I’m LeBron James,
I’m LeBron James, I’m LeBron James
I’m LeBron James, I’m LeBron James
Ridin with that 6, I’m LeBron James
I’m LeBron James, I’m LeBron James
Ridin with that 6, I’m LeBron James
I’m LeBron James, I’m LeBron James

Ridin round the set, you know that I’m the king (king)
Iced out, got a brand new ring
You knowing what it be, niggas can’t see me
Stacks on deck bitch, I’m repping SOD
Bitch I’m coming with that heat, leave you 6 feet deep
What you know bout Dre, jerk that k off in your face
I’m riding through the hood, Lambo juicy case
It’s Soulja Boy for real, I flip that script I’m paid
Bitch call me James, you niggas lame
Coming through the hood, flat like Novocaine
Flexin on you lames, shitting on you lames
You fuck niggas broke, all my fucking niggas paid

I’m LeBron James, I’m LeBron James
I’m LeBron James, I’m LeBron James,
I’m LeBron James, I’m LeBron James
I’m LeBron James, I’m LeBron James
Ridin with that 6, I’m LeBron James
I’m LeBron James, I’m LeBron James
Bitch I’m ridin with that 6, I’m LeBron James
I’m LeBron James, I’m LeBron James (go go go go go)

Ball Scoo
Ball ball swerve shoot
Go
Aye shout to my nigga Lil Keese
Ball bitch, I’m LeBron James
I’m LeBron James, I’m LeBron James nigga
Go go go go go (flex flex flex)
Scoo
2013 new Buggatti, 2012 Bentley
I’m LeBron James
Go go go
Young & Flexin nigga
Aye aye

SOULJA BOY – Karl Lagerfield

Let’s get money nigger
Chain Gang
Triple Chain Gang
Fifty thirteen bitch

I got soldiers
On the battlefield
Overseas of Paris, Karl Lager field
I’m Karl Lager field
Karl Lager field
I got soldiers
On the battlefield
Karl Lager field
Bitch I’m Karl Lager field
Karl Lager field

Out of here and I got it
Money up in my wallet
Pull up in VIP
These niggers know that I got it
Niggers know that I shot it
Word around we ball out
Little Dre, that be my name
That bad bitch that might call out
Real nigger might fall through
Me and their whole crew
She suck me, we were in the train
Yah nigger, choo-choo
Fuck you and your whole block
Reach it, don’t stop
Fifty thirteen
Pulled up stretched limousine
I’m so filthy rich
I’m a sad bitch
Niggers asking for it
I’m a let them have it
What the fuck you staring at?
Oh the new McLaren
CLR twenty twelve I’m there
Little Dre, what you heard
I’m man where you never had
I do the work
Little Dre, as B’s
Ass chain, it’s easy

I got soldiers
On the battlefield
Overseas of Paris, Karl Lager field
I’m Karl Lager field
Karl Lager field
I got soldiers
On the battlefield
Karl Lager field
Bitch I’m Karl Lager field
Karl Lager field

Watch your mouth before you spit nigger
It ain’t really hard to a street nigger
And I’m riding up the street nigger
Whole car hot cause we towing heat nigger
Never disrespect I’ve been a boss
Fifty thirteen pull up with the top off
Can it pain like Mac sauce
Nigger knowing I’m a knock them off
Bitch nigger this my fucking year
Pictures down then we get them out of here
Nigger getting money in his fucking sleep
Overseas you came and mince your heat

I got soldiers
On the battlefield
Overseas of Paris, Karl Lager field
I’m Karl Lager field
Karl Lager field
I got soldiers
On the battlefield
Karl Lager field
Bitch I’m Karl Lager field
Karl Lager field

SOULJA BOY – I’m Winning

[Chorus:]
You know I got to get it, all the way in it
If I got it Ima spend it, yeah, I’m winning
Yeah yeah I’m winning, yeaah, I’m winning yeah yeah I’m winning
You know I got to get it, all the way in it
If I got it Ima spend it, on the way to the ticket
Wake up and I’m winning, yeah yeah I’m winning yeah
I’m winning yeah yeah I’m winning yeah

[Verse 1:]
Old dudes mad cause I pulled up on the new thang
Niggas so fresh make ya bitch drop her G-String
Lil Dre man I’m so out of space, I can’t feel my face
Bitch I’m in this place
Bitch I’m in the party popping hella bottles nigga
What the tab said, fuck what it said
I drop 100 racks cause I got a 100 plats, and 100 tats goons got a 100 gacs
I do my thang and I’m never under pressure I’m winning
It is sold out concerts to my schedule
You niggas, you on my fucking shit list
I’m on the Forbes list, I’m so muthafuckin’ gorgeous
I pull up in the Phantom, wheels look like Wheel of Fortune
Oreo black and white diamond, bitch I’m scorching
Soulja Boy Tell’Em on the muthafuckin TV screen
I’m looking green I’m a millionaire, put that on my dick I’d be everywhere
G5 Jet with the chandeliers, niggas getting mad but I have no fears
Bitch I’m outta here, I’m winnin every fuckin year

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
You looking at a young ass nigga with some new cash
Pull up in the white Ferrari with the new dash
Oh you lookin mad, why you so blue?
Bitch the protool got me on the old school
Niggas mad mixed the Zan with the fuckin Lean
AK-47 touched his momma’s spleen
Lil Dre bitch I’m living out my fucking dream
Favorite color green, that’s money and weed
That’s weed and money, everyday I’m stuntin
Fuck whatcha talkin bout it’s [?]
All you niggas is talkin, man yall so boring,
Look at the bank account it tell another story
You rappers have nerve to say that I’m green
Bitch I get a million dollars for one Ustream
A live stream, I’m on the live team
I’m on the live band throwing bout a 100 yams
I’m in the hood giving back to the community
That is what’s true to me, there’s nothing you can do to me
And on the stupid beat, I spit that shit so fluently
Living under a rock asking about who is he?

[Chorus x2:]
You know I got to get it, all the way in it
If I got it Ima spend it, yeah I’m winning
Yeah yeah I’m winning, yeaah, I’m winning yeah yeah I’m winning
You know I got to get it, all the way in it
If I got it Ima spend it on the way to the ticket
Wake up and I’m winning yeah yeah I’m winning yeah
I’m winning yeah yeah I’m winning yeah

SOULJA BOY – I’m Boomin’

Ain’t gon tolerate no fakin or flawin from none of you pussies
Me and my niggas is ballin so pussy nigga don’t push me
For that 9 (SWAG) rip up off my side (DRE) hit a nigga in his side
Then I dip up in my ride like surprise
No hide bitch I’m ridin lookin for dat pussy yea nigga I know he hidin
Seekin wit dat glocc 9 come and I just find him
Man I’m in that glocc 9 phantom gon rewind him
Tell em like dis I’m da man if you come to my city
Fall inside the club throwin huneds
No fitties who fukin wit me that big bank roll
Red and blue around my neck bitch I’m word around da globe
Bitch I’m stuntin and you know g 5 got me flexin and I’m stuntin on you ho
24 got me lookin like a bottle of nuvo pink diamonds in this ho I’m
Shining and you know, S.O.D untill the day I go
Yuki! (OO oooo !) Wat it do man? Word around town, bitch I’m boomin , I’m boomin, I’m boomin, I’m boomin!
(OO oooo !) Wat it do man? Word around town, bitch I’m boomin , I’m boomin, I’m boomin, Word around town bitch I’m boomin!

Swisher sweet crusin through my city street oppositon to
Make a whole lotta money gee
See me with my baby gee see me wit my gangsta beat see me wit my og
Ridin down op see about 03 backpack in 03 stuntin real hard now everybody know me
Everybody want me ,you dont wanna own me
Cause if you own me ,SK to your nose g
Man I’m ridin so deep, man my wrist is frozen
Man I swear to god she wet like the ocean ,man I swear to god I’m sippin on that potion
Word around town my lamborghini same colour lotion
I’m boomin
I’m poppin it moe
Soulja tellem got hella dollaz, got hella motherz we bout to blow
Man I swear we after motherfuckin planet
Nigga se my chain and then be like god damn him
God damn me, know my niggas got damn to hustle
Paid for the motherfuckin struggle
Rags the richest,bag and bitches
Sod we savageses (aaaaaaW hahaha!)
(OO oooo!) Wat it do man? Word around town, bitch I’m boomin , I’m boomin, I’m boomin, I’m boomin!
(OO oooo!) Wat it do man? Word around town, bitch I’m boomin , I’m boomin, I’m boomin, Word around town bitch I’m boomin!

SOULJA BOY feat. Bobby V & Nicki Minaj – I Love You

Yo Yo Yo
Stop at the light, I’ma jump out my Barbie dream car
I’ma jump on him, ride him like a theme park
Family guy, let’s have a little Stewie
Bust a U-ey, I forgot my Huey, Dewey, Louie
Red and Green Lamb’ we call it Watermelon
I call him SB, he call me Nicki Tell’em i’m badder then a felon, he generous like Ellen
Ain’t talking hair product when I say the we jellin
I’m the Barbie and he’s the Ken, get my pre-nup then get my pen
Get my flower girls and get my bridesmaid
Don’t need a gift little mama, ’cause this bride’s paid

Who’s that dude hoppin out the Lamborghini,
Got the Gucci and the Prada,and the sword fish zucchini
Are the girls on me because my swag is so proper,
And I think my swags sick so I go get a doctor.
I’m soldier boy, tell’em, I’ll be splashing in excursion
Extravagant trips, I look better in person.
Got the new on me, yeah the new army,
S.O.D. money gang, yeah every day is sweet!

So I’m with Nicky and she’s looking so lovely,
And I’m on cloud nine above me
Above the city streets above the building,
Oh my God, soldier boy is about to kill ‘em
Other rappers looking at me like how is he do this shit?
Man I do the shit because I’m cooling with the coolest flick,
Riding with the crew, throwing money out the roof,
Its soldier boy so I’m outta 21

Everybody knows that you’re my superstar,
I’ll buy you anything you want, jewelries and cars,
You know I love you, you know I love you,
You know I love you, you know I love you,
L.O.V.E Y.O.U!
L.O.V.E Y.O.U!
You know I love you, you know I love you,
You know I love you, you know I love you,
L.O.V.E Y.O.U!

SOULJA BOY feat. Snoop Dogg – Hold You Down

[Chorus:]
Let me hold you down
Down

Uugh uugh
Aye girl why you with that dress tonight?
I swear to god it got you looking right (swag)
It’s not a problem I can spend tonight
It’s up too you I can make fly tonight (swag)
I did you wrong but we can make it right
Don’t be scared babe I don’t bite
I call you babe just to be polite
And if you tell me yes then it’s a green light
I kiss your body and lick you with ice
I perform you with no stage fright
You say you love me and it’s all right
I love you to from the first side (baby)
My tongue in your mouth like a cavity (aye)
Baby hold me down like gravity (aye)
One way together it’s a masterpiece
But one way apart it’s a tragedy soulja!

[Chorus:]
Let me hold you down
Down

Babygirl she said she just graduated from veags
Privat jet to orlando and let us see my ankles
She used to be here’s but I had to take her
Now we portside watchin him he played the lakers
Whenever goes up (up) must go down (down)
That’s why we in the situation that we here now
Meet me at the alter girl in your wedding gown
You can be my queen come and get your crown
Let’s turn orlando, georgia into a ghosttown
Just me and you standing on the roof
Looking in your eyes telling you now bout the truth
We got a lot of girfriends but they ain’t true
They can’t play apart or they can’t fitt your shoe
You heard rumors about me but they ain’t true
I run my fingers trough your hair just like shampoo
I take your first name and go get a tattoo

[Chorus:]
Let me hold you down
Down

SOULJA BOY – Grinding

This for all my niggers out there getting money
Fuck a hater, let’s get it

Grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding
Everyday I’m grinding
Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw
Nigger I’m an outlaw
Grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding
Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw
Nigger I’m an outlaw

Motherfucker don’t play with me
Came out the water with a fucking pistol
I’m too official, niggers talking shit
But I’m taking up just back a missile
Niggers talking shit, next day he missing
Nigger dicing he’s a bitch nigger
You’re a fuck nigger got no loyal
Came out the ground just like oil
Niggers talking shit, but where I’m found
Nigger up in Bay Town
Where the bad business goes suddenly up
And a chopper holds like eighty rounds
Pussy nigger don’t want beef
Nigger knock out your fucking teeth
Tattoos on my V neck
DJ cal it we the best
Money roll like marijuana
Bitch I’m up in California
Niggers talking that fuck shit
… run up on them
Soldier tell them I’m the truth
Bitch you know I got the juice
Bitch I grind everyday
Mother fuck that shit I’m getting paid

Grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding
Everyday I’m grinding
Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw
Nigger I’m an outlaw

Working bait let’s do it major
Every day get into the paper
They got that little Chopper
Who fuck niggers
Want to fuck the players
Get on my
Grind!
You niggers is
Grind!
Why? We’re just
Grind!
Get here with the
Grind!
Every day I grind
[?]
Nine
Splash
On my tiny
Splash!
Skinny
Splash!
Ass rich
Splash!
Fuck us out the club
Winning
With the money on that bitch
Winning
Swimming
Outlaw, outlaw
Bitch I told that girl for fur
[?]
Money in my pockets
Twenty twelve on million leeks, I’m making hits
Put you on that base and shit
Know what I clang and I bang
With the ocean gang
Fuck nigger I’m a make you rich
My swag makes the haters sick
God, bitches I can take a pick
Coming hard like a hundred bricks
Look like I hit a hundred leeks
You can’t fuck with that soldier shit
Know her more I control your bitch
Nigger you know what it is
Twenty twelve I’m going in
At golf I’m born to win

Grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding
Everyday I’m grinding
Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw
Nigger I’m an outlaw

SOULJA BOY – Great Seal

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

SOULJA BOY – Gettin Cake

You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake

Every day I wake up, I’m getting cake
Every night I go to sleep, I’m getting cake
Every day I wake up, I’m getting cake
Every night I go to sleep, I’m getting cake

Busting down a brick, me and Sean K back to back
Catch me on the highway in that Bentley jet black,
What you know ’bout Dre? Put that 9 to your fucking face
King boss trap, in my hood we doing 2 by 3
Lil Dre Soulja, flip the game, on some brand new shit
Came in the mall, what the fuck? I already had me kicks
Lil Dre, flip the script for real, busting down the brick
Coming down that ave, on that slab I’m poured up the bitch
Lil Dre for real, money flip, do it 10 by 10
Catch me in my hood, money bricks, man it’s everyday
Lil Dre for real, bitch I flex, young and flexin over
SOD my gang, in the streets, bitch we took it over

You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake

Every day I wake up, I’m getting cake
Every night I go to sleep, I’m getting cake
Every day I wake up, I’m getting cake
Every night I go to sleep, I’m getting cake

I’m in the hood, long way, I’m flexing scrone
I call my partner, he coming through with hair and bones
It’s lil Dre, call my jeweler, on the phone
I need a brand new ring , main bring em on
I’m in the hood, flexed up, on some Soulja shit
I call my shooter, he gonn kill you, on some close up shit
Don’t get too close because my goons, they don’t like that shit
I’m smoking on that purp, I’m on that fire shit
Brand new swishers up I stuff a whole ground in them
A couple grams in them, 25 bands bandz, deal em
It’s lil Dre for real I flex with this Louie shit
I’m young and flexin, 22 with 22 millions

You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake

I wake up in the morning, I’m getting cake
Going to sleep at night and I’m getting cake
I wake up in the morning, I’m getting cake
Going to sleep at night, I’m getting cake

I bust the whole thang, niggas snitching on me
In my hood they know what’s up we SOD homie
I flex scrone, foreign cars, all day long
250 k, I drop that shit and went numb
I do this shit for real, I flex and fuck a person plates
I’m outta space, on this lean, bring it by the case
Promotezene and codeine had me slowing up
I eat the rum sea with that mixture, now I’m throwing up
I’m in the VIP, I’m on that couch, I’m pouring up
We in this bitch blowing, ain’t nobody strong as us
SOD the mob, we fucking with some real niggas
And if you disrespect me bitch, I’ma deal with you

You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake
You niggas got the game fucked up, we getting cake

I’m waking up in the morning, I’m getting cake
Going to sleep at night and I’m getting cake
I’m waking up in the morning and I’m getting cake
Going to sleep at night and I’m getting cake

Getting cake, I’m getting cake
Getting cake, bitch you know I’m getting cake
Getting cake, bitch I’m getting cake
I wake up in the morning and I’m getting that cake.

SOULJA BOY feat. Agoff – Moving

Swag
No instruments
Yaw read no nigger
Cash everywhere
Sushi
Truck
Forty million salary
Just like the NBA
All white every day
Like I’m in the KKK
Came with the door
With no instruments
I’m swimming
Young Soulja Boy
Gives a fuck
I keep it pimping
Hate on me
Chewing at my enemies
Right down ocean drive
And Agoff is with me
Sinter is empty
Looking like I’m on him
Everywhere I go
Splash cash like I want it
Fuck what you heard
On my turf
That’s the west side
Cause I came out the ground
Just like the oil
Niggers don’t want
Their motherfucking thermo
Five hit your never list
Tell the hoes we’re spending click
Ocean Gang
Twenty twelve I’m splash
What the fuck you heard?
Came with the cash bro
Money on my chain bro
Easy
Everywhere is easy
Yeller diming busy
Make that shit look easy
I’ll freeze it
I’m frozen
Third eye open
Came with the forty clip
Like I post her
Oh your sister wants my face
On the poster
I swag on my shoulder
They case is
You’re gone nigger

Rustling, hustling, grinding, jogging
Working, working, moving, cooking
Plug it, plug it
It’s nothing, it’s nothing
I love it, I love it
Love it, I love it
Shots out to Agoff
This is no instrument

Came out the water with that fifty clip
Soulja I told you
Fifty stars, American flag
Goddamn, I came here
Alien on my pants tip
Versace, watch me
Shush, shush, it’s nothing
Ain’t even planning
Ain’t even playing
All that I know
Twenty twelve we going to make it
Rubber band wrist
Just made it

Soulja, Soulja, jogging, jogging
Working, hustling, moving, moving
Grinding, grinding
Shots out to Agoff

What’s all the keeve
This is no instrument
Agoff ain’t got to prove shit
I hustle hard
I don’t got to talk about the money
Cause I got it boy
Five star general
Ocean Gang
Got the money niggers
Can’t fuck with
Now I’m on some harder shit
Cali life, live it
Hustle everyday
Do this shit
Bitch is pimping
Man I’m from a hole
Another motherfucking dimension
Came out the water
And I don’t even got a mansion
Bitches on my dick and shit
I don’t give a fuck them nigger
Talking heat and leaks and shit
Bitch I’m still positive
Ride alright until the end

Hustler hustling, jogging, jogging
Working, working, moving, moving
Soulja, Agoff, Soulja, Ocean
Hustling, moving, jogging, jogging

I came with the master plan
Forty records I understand
Young Soulja Boy
Goddamn man I’m busy man
Been a fan
Yeah I know you like this
Yeah I know I’m high stoke
Try to get like us
It don’t even matter
I be posted up
By the lake hallows
Still penetrate
Don’t make me demonstrate
Goddamn I been on this … kinky
Goddamn I been on the trade
Where you lay
Goddamn its Agoff
Go ahead and take off
Don’t want a nigger to cook
The play saw
Goddamn the play saw
Just like a horse shoe
I’m on you
Young Soulja Boy came out
Just like forty two
Goddamn I’m thirty three
Goddamn I’m twenty one
Riding round with fifty
On my neck
List a golden one
Holler, holler
Pimp pop his collar
Bitch on the strove
Rigging word
I get dollar
Moving, working, Agoff, Agoff
Soulja, Soulja
Go ahead and take off
No instruments, no instruments
Look kiss is filthy rich
Soulja Boy got fifty bricks
No instruments

SOULJA BOY – Evertything Blasted

Bitch I’m turning it up
Everything blasted
Bitch I’m turning it up
Everything blasted

Bitch I turning it up
Everything blasted
Bitch I turning it up
Everything blasted

Right sleeve, half a million
Your sleeve, quarter million
Little Dre, aka Soulja Flicks
Little Dre, aka Soulja Flicks
I came out the water, what you know about me?
I don’t keep nobody but niggers that got doe around me
Niggers talking down but my floor cold
Disrespect I knock his head on the floor
Goddamn I’m tear it up you know I’m blasting
Everything around my neck looking like magic
Rhyme around that lay in that building coop
God damn SOD we got to choose

Turn it up
Everything blasted
Bitch I’m turning it up
Everything blasted

Bitch I’m turning it up
Everything blasted
Bitch I’m turning it up
Everything blasted

Hoes in my phone
Cushing my cologne
Soulja Boy tell them change down and I’m own
With a couple bricks
Tat it like a bitch
Word around the Ocean nigger first round pick
Niggers hoes on my dick
I flick so hallo
Never gave a fuck bitch nigger on my star boat
And I’m number one
Tear it like a poster
When they tattooed SOD on my shoulder
Money gang soldier
Riding in a Rover
Money roll like marijuana
Post it up in California
Got a couple killers
Hit man dealer
Goddamn Soulja Boy
First round on thriller

Turn it up
Everything blasted
Bitch I’m turning it up
Everything blasted

Bitch I’m turning it up
Everything blasted
Bitch I’m turning it up
Everything blasted

SOULJA BOY – Dop Boy

Shout out to my nigga man, free my niggas
Every day I wake up man
I’m on that motherfuckin mission dog
I’m living life to the fullest
I love it

Real shit
I’m in this bitch
Stack on deck, young & flexin, we in this shit
For the quarter meter, for the quarter pound
Man it’s going up, man it’s going down
Free my niggas out that fuckin cell
I’m on the block, bitch I’m going ham
I don’t, I was going back to chill
Man you know I’m going 4 cell
Smoking on this dope like a motherfucker
Rolling off this dope like a motherfucker
My niggas really whip the shit, they kill you suckas
SOD, we really whip it, kill you suckas
Flexin hard in my drop top
Pull up to the club, gold chains on my laptop
Got them bad hoes, they came straight from the club
We played the game to the pimp
House and we do some dubs
Bitch I’m cashin out to the bank
Big choppa, money to yo face
Soulja Boy fly, then direct I’ll drink
Throwed up, I flipped my paint, goddamn I do
When I pull up in my coup, 22′s I’m out the roof whoa

It’s going up, it’s going up
It’s going up, it’s going up
It’s going up, up, it’s going up, up
It’s going up, up, it’s going up, up
It’s going up, up, it’s going up, up
It’s going up, up, it’s going up, up

Pull up flexin, everybody know a young nigga out here stunting
So much motherfucking money, tattered and savage
Steadily swagging, packing, hacking, blasting for action, packing.