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Yo yea Yo yo Yo yea Soulja I don’t need pussy ass niggas man This that motherfuckin Young & Flexin man Fuck all these pussy ass niggas hatin on the motherfuckin Soulja I ain’t got no time to play with you bitch ass niggas man Yo These niggas don’t want it (want it), these niggas don’t want it (want it) These niggas don’t want it (want it), these niggas don’t want it no These niggas don’t want it (want it), these niggas don’t want it (want it) These niggas don’t want it (want it), these niggas don’t want it So I’m ridin round with that 30 clip, I’mma let a nigga have it I’m swayvin, back to back in fuckin traffic Traffic with my niggas, we gon blow this kush I’m a young drug nigga, I don’t know this shit Don’t know shit, but icy I post up in my YT, I’m swagged out like Nike A young nigga on south beach With a bad bitch, with some liquor And some lean and some pistol I post up, it’s a million A million and a mill too Letras de cancionesWe run through that, got the stacks, burst through that Cash up, caked that You fuck me’s you fake that Real nigga – take that Hit the block, break that Get a plate, scrape that On the block, make that Bitches say that I’m sexy, that boy Soulja The hottest and best rapper, bitch I thought I told ya Follow me to the Philippines Better be a fucking king Not sure of these fake niggas, Soulja Boy, I’m so supreme Modicom that fool with that fuckin full Drop on my album, December 13th I’m in that ho Sold out this show, bout to roll up, ain’t trippin Bout to roll up, ain’t slippin Come with my Smith & Wesson Suck with a real nigga, my music go so hard I’m so true to this, I’m new to this We new to this and we nuisance bitch Let’s go, coming out the block hard scopes My nigga’s in this bitch For real, I’m talkin hard bull Take my trip to London and I’m steady bunkin You ain’t made a million nigga, I’m disappointed (nigga) Soulja Boy – I flex, tear these grams with hella plix Niggas talkin what they want, I take their girl and give em sex Bruh, why you ain’t fuckin with the Soulja? Bruh, why ya ain’t voting like I told ya? Name brand, snap back Nigga, give me my swag back Grindin through the hood, I get a dope VSL Ridin through my hood, everything YSL Niggas say they rich as Soulja Boy, I can’t tell Drop top Bentley, 20-50 SS hell Fast on that highway, goin in fast as hell It’s a legendary moment I’m shittin on my opponent Got bottles in that bitch, I got money in this bitch And you know I’m with this shit You know I’m with this shit, you know I’m with this shit You know I’m with this shit, you know I’m with this shit Fuck with my clique, you wanna lick my dick I ain’t stop for real, my niggas in this bitch Whoa, whoa From Letras Mania