- Soulja Boy The First 歌詞
- Soulja Boy
- Hit me on my i
Phone, boy
I get my grind on
You just dropped a new hit, but why that sound like my song
Platinum plaques and marble floors when
I cut my lights on
Nike gang checks everywhere, bitch soon as
I ride onFirst off lets get one thing straight
Im smashin out farrari, fuckin up the hand brake
The hentai on the kush got my lungs , its amazing
Just smoke a gold bar, roll up later and
Im skating, just skating
Paper chasing, for my haters
Im skating, just skating
Paper chasing, for my haters
Camo shorts, fresh as fuck with a purple
TYellow diamond brightlin, it cost 200
GsIt aint to many people on the map aint heard of me
When I step inside the club
I be like 30 deep
Im chillin, gold grillin28 inches on it so
Im gettin wit it
You know what
I do, you know what
I doesSOD money gang, go and throw it up
Im chillin, we chillin
Is you chillin, tell me how you feelin
Im chillin, we chillin
Is you chillin, tell me how you feelin
Every track
Im on, you know the kids straight mash it
Internationally known for rockin all the latest fashions
VIP in the club, holding no glassesand everyday
I set a new trend for the masses
Super fresh swag, you know
I go too in
She said she got two friends, you know
I got to bend it
The SLR and
AMG, I drop the top of the convertiblenow hate on me
Talkin racks on racks, yeah thats that swag talk
Slow motion in the club, yeah thats that swag walk
A fine dime piece, yeah thats what that swag brought
A drop top bugatti parked on that asphalt
Im chillin, gold grillin28 inches on it so
Im gettin wit it
You know what
I do, you know what
I doesSOD money gang, go and throw it up
Im chillin, we chillin
Is you chillin, tell me how you feelin
Im chillin, we chillin
Is you chillin, tell me how you feelin
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