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[Intro] Soulja... [Chorus:] |
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Extra, extra, read all about it |
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Soulja Boy is rich, sayin fuck an allowance |
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Ballin, shot callin, bitches callin |
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Models, poppin bottles, full throttle |
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Extra extra read all about |
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Soulja Boy is rich, screamin fuck an allowance |
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Ballin... |
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Dre, Dre, swag |
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Swag, Dre, |
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Dre.. Nobody can't tell me that my block wasn't movin |
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Westside getttin money like |
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I'm always doin |
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And my flow classic like past tense or ruins |
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Marble Capcom flo', call me |
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Soulja Akuma |
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And my third eye open for them boys in blue |
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You stuck on hatin with the negative glue |
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Disrespect me, then you know the rumors is sparkin |
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Drop top in my |
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Jag, I let my swag do the talkin [Chorus] |
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Sippin on coconut, smokin on bubble kush |
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Zone after zone |
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I got my young nigga rollin up |
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Drink 'til |
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I'm throwin up, yo' hood please throw it up |
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Twenty-eight inches on my |
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Hummer when |
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I'm rollin up |
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It ain't no stoppin us, nigga quit copyin us |
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Is it cause |
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I'm black, why the police tryin to lock me up? |
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It ain't no stoppin us, nigga quit copyin us |
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Is it cause |
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I'm black, why the police tryin to lock me up? [Chorus - 2X] |
