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Soulja boy tellem, Easy
After hard work,
After the long ride,
This is what you become,
All the long nights,
All the broke Days,
This is what you becooooome,
This is what you becooooome,
My name is soulja boy tellem,
I'm a legend in my hood,
Let's do it,
I been hustling since 1999 back in 99 I had 99,
Money on my mind,
Lot of ladders to climb,
Now I'm in my Prime,
Young mastermind,
Little sweated tears,
I shedded all these years,
Little sweated tears,
I shedded all these years,
When I look in the mirror,
Swag in the mirror,
Cash in the mirror,
Class in the mirror,
Soulja boy tellem,
You can call me beezy,
You whole Brother cause shhh,
Just too leady,
Now Bitchly,
Of this joint,
SOD on,
All the hoes want me,
All the hoes want me,
All the hoes love me,
All the hoes kiss me,
All the hoes hug me,
All the hoes nothing,
Nothing but trouble,
Money mo problems,
They come in dozens,
They come in with cousins,
Sisters and Brothers,
They come in the kitchen,
They come in to mug you,
They come in to sign you,
They come in to find you,
They come in to front you,
They come in behind you,
And if you forget,
Let me remind you,
I'm coming to get it,
I want all the loot,
Man I'm so fly I got a Gucci parachute,
With the matching boots,
BOW POW
After hard work,
After the long ride,
This is what you become,
All the long nights,
All the broke Days,
This is what you become,
After hard work,
After the long ride,
This is what you become,
All the long nights,
All the broke Days,
This is what you becooooomee,
This is what you becooooooome
Lift a lot weight call it bally fitness
Soulja boy a beast can I get witness
Is this beat on my hit list
Cause dis bitch is murdered
You pussy ass rap niggaz take of ya gurdle.
You niggaz move to slow ya'll some rapping ninja turtles.
My house too nerdy I call it Steve urkle
I call my weed purple. Similar to the film
I'm so high is it the weed or the rims
Damn
My flow Wifi connection stay connected like bell south.
If hip hop Is dead then let me raise hell now.
I got mad when the wizards took a L too
My Lyrics sick, tell my verse to get well soon
I got cursed to get bread through making these hits
I got words to head too from yo bitch.
Y.A.H. Get the f*ck out the face
This homicide number3 the beat dead another case