Soulja Boy - Zan With That Lean Lyrics

Zan With That Lean Lyrics - Soulja Boy

SOD
Money Gang
Soulja
Zan with that Lean
J-Money

[CHOURS]
I'm in that Zan with that Lean
Smoke nuthin but Irene
Them hoes going crazy when I'm on the scene
Racks on the way busting out them jeans
I keep the hammer on me, I aint worried bout a thing
I got all these bandz on me, all this ice on me, all these hoes on me
Everything on me
Zan with that Lean
Nuthin but Irene
The Hoes going crazy when I'm on the scene

Gotta go to the mall [Juice]
I gotta pull a band [Juice]
Fall off in the club, and I'm leaning like Kick Stand
All the ice on me [Juice]
All the bandz on me [Juice]
All the racks on me, it's a master Piece
Got them hoes screamin my name
Player life it's shame, in the turning lane
In that drop top fire flame
Bentley on them 4's got me shittin on they ass
When I step inside the club wit them mutha fuckin zanex
S B my name, man you know the gang
SOD all day put that shit straight to your face.
Boy beat this case, now we got them racks
Now you got them hoes, now you got them tats

[CHOURS]

Kush is on me [Juice]
Wit J-Money [Juice]
Running down 20's looking for some freaks (looking for some freaks)
Yellow diamonds shawty man a 100k a piece
Hop inside the VIP and all the girls on me
Zan with that Lean, SouljaBoy be clean
True Religion jeans
N shit you never seen, fresh up on that scene
Wit that high right low left
Man the boy got wealth, girls can't help they self
Girls going wild, lifting up their shirts
Pull up in that lambo, and that bitch go skuurt skuurt
Every where I go you know I'm putting in that work
SOD my turf.
Hit 'em where it hurt

[CHOURS]

Zan with that Lean
Smoke nothin but irene(good atlanta kush)x2
Bandz on me x2
All this ice on me, I aint worried bout a thing

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Soulja Boy - You On Dat List Lyrics

You On Dat List Lyrics - Soulja Boy

[Talkin]
Ay man I been holling at this man she a 10 shawty she fine as hell I'm talkin bout I been tryna get at her for a long time man I finnaly got her numba man goddamn clinic truck came and picked her up from school yesterday man... she on that list

SouljaBoyTellem

[Chorus]
She on that list
She on that list
She on that list
She on that list
She on that list
She on that list
She on that list
She on that list
She on that list
She on that list
She on that list
She on that list
She on that list
List(yup yup)list
List(yup yup)list
She on that list

TALKIN
EVERYBODY ON THAT LIST!

[Verse 1]

I was talkin to this girl live in HollyWood west coast
My partna said he wanna teabag that hoe
So I set it up he took her to the crib
The next I seen him I saw that nigga real
Clinic truck pulled up erybody lookin nervous
Took em straight to da clinic to get that list syrup
You lost a lot of weight you ok? I'm sick
Hell naw homeboy I heard yo ass was on that list

Talkin
You on that list with dat ugly trick?

[Chorus]

He on that list
He on that list
He on that list
He on that list
He on that list
He on that list
He on that list
He on that list
He on that list
He on that list
He on that list
He on that list
He on that list
List(yup yup)list
List(yup yup)list
She on that list(yup yup)list
He on that list(yup yup)list
List(yup yup)list

TALKIN
Chances are if ya don't use a condom your on the list

[Verse 2]
Knew this girl named chantell she was fine as hell
She put 20 niggas name on that's list from ATL
Den she took it to da westside
Den she took it to da eastside
Den she took it to da northside
Den she took it to da southside
Now it's spreadin(spreadin)You betta gone and count yo blessins
Alotta people scared now u learn yo lesson
If you put it in raw it's gone burn when u piss
Dats da first sign day yo name on that list
Put it in raw it's gone burn when u piss!

[Chorus]
She on that list
He on that list
She on that list
He on that list
She on that list
He on that list
She on that list
He on that list
She on that list
He on that list
She on that list
He on that list
She on that list
List(yup yup)List
List(Yup yup)List
She on that list(yup yup)list
List(yup yup)list)
List(yup yup)
He on tha list(yup yup)list

Talkin
Now let's break it on down 4 erybody in da club that's on the list

[Bridge]
BREAKDOWN
You on that list hoe
You on tha list hoe
You on that list hoe
You on tha list hoe
You on that list nigga
You on that list nigga
You on that list nigga
You on that list nigga
You gotta strap it(strap it)before you tap it(tap it)
You gotta treat it(treat it)Before you skeet it(skeet it)
Erybody on that list
Erybody on that list
Erybody on that list
Erybody on that list
Cept me
And me
And me 2
Cept u nigga u on der!

[Chorus]
She on that list
He on that list
She on that list
He on that list
She on that list
He on that list
She on that list
He on that list
She on that list
He on that list
She on that list
He on that list
She on that list
List(yup yup)List
List(Yup yup)List
She on that list(yup yup)list
List(yup yup)list)

He on tha list(yup yup)list

TALKIN
Dis your boy SouljaBoyTellem and some of you are on that list
You on that list hoe
You on tha list hoe
You on that list hoe
You on tha list hoe
You on that list nigga
You on that list nigga
You on that list nigga
You on that list nigga
You on that list hoe
You on tha list hoe
You on that list hoe
You on tha list hoe
You on that list nigga
You on that list nigga
You on that list nigga

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Soulja Boy - You My Girlfriend Lyrics

You My Girlfriend Lyrics - Soulja Boy

Honey you're my girlfriend
What it do, what it do
Mister Way is in the building, Mister Way is in the building
Ball man fight they've been hurting niggas feelings
Damn oh so fly mother fucker stylish
Pull me on red carpet and I'm out shining
The whole city light soldier you did it
Right in my Maybach counting a quarter million
Pull up in the vine you backstage
Passes for all backstage
I'm smoking on this sower deal
Going get your thick is from the wheel come
And I fuck the bitches slip chance that I will call in
'Cause my lyrics kill them all in
Homie you still ballin here
And my sashes all demi can you nigga hatin on me
Much I know about these millions
And I got a new crib and the bitch ain't got no ceiling
And I won't stop rappin till my bank say a billion
And I did it for my niggas get luck to the beginners
My whole team is winning, I'm living life to the foolish
Tryin not to wake up in the morning doing again
Beat it off the E song and melody won it again
I'll be so roll like sushi is dealing me
Fall go chains on my nick we've been diggin me
Bars on dick and so is the stack
Sushi wanna pop bills so I brought a couple packs, busy

I tell her to let it all go 'cause she's better without it
Let it all go 'cause she's better without it
Let it all go 'cause she's better without it
And honey you my girlfriend x 4
I just tell her let it all go 'cause she's better without it
Let it all go 'cause she's better without it
Let it all go 'cause she's better without it
Let it all go, let it all go

I'll be seating they thinking like what if I didn't make it
But it's no time for what ills just fly to Las Vegas
And life is good for this morning fuck all of these haters
I've been getting money, I've been stacking paper
Smashing 30 flavors, my ows got thirty ockers niggas must be haters
If you like it I love it and so BMG we do it just like nobody does it
Ad I pray to God every day no one above it
I G wanting my T-shirt and Louie V all my luggage
My domain is the meaning fly is in public
I'm so nice, I'm so nice I'ma fuck it
And honey you my girlfriend x 3
Honey you my girlfriend

I tell her let it all go 'cause she's better without it
I tell her let it all go 'cause she's better without it
Let it all go

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Soulja Boy - You Got Mail (I Got) Lyrics

You Got Mail (I Got) Lyrics - Soulja Boy

Soulja Boy made it!
Ahhhhhhh u know what im sayin when im talkin
Im talkin bout more than just mail
Im talkin bout alot in this thang

[chorus:]
You Got Mail
You Got Mail
you got you got you got mail
you got mail
you you you you you got mail
you got mail

[verse 1:]
I got mail I Got Money I Got Hard I Got Weed
I Got Cush I Got Purp I Got Anything You Need
I Got Soulja I Got Boy I Got Don I Got Loe
I Got A I Got Rab I Got 30 At yo Door
I Got Cell I Got Phone I Got Ice I GOt Chrome
I Got Hits I Got Chicks, I Got To Girls to give me dome
I Got Drank, I Got Rank, I Got Bathing and I Got Apes
I Got True I Got False I Got Real And I Got Fake

[chorus]

[verse 2:]
I Got Music I Got Sones I Got Rings I Got Tones
I Got Fifty I Got Caps I Got Race I Got Tracks
I Got Blow I Got Land I Got Snow I Got Man
I Got Songs Make You Cry I Got Songs Dat make you dance
I Got Red I Got Blue I Got St. I Got Lou
I Got Beef I Got Ana I Got Tony And Montana
I Got Girls I Got Clothes I Got Friend I Got Foes
I Got Fans I Got Groupies And daz just da way it goes

[chorus]

[verse 3:]
I Got 30 I Got Deep I Got You I Got Me
I Got 10 I Got Pump 4 But aint talkin bout gasoline
I Got bling I Got blur i got him and i got her
I Got dis I Got dat I Got fans white and black
I Got Hunderds I Got Fifties I Got country I Got city
I Got dat energy in my body to make da crowd get crunk wit me
I got cars I Got Bikes
I Got Shootouts and i got fights
I Got Kool I Got Aid I Got Wut it takes to get paid

[chorus]

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Soulja Boy - You Can't Get Like Me Lyrics

You Can't Get Like Me Lyrics - Soulja Boy

Ayyy Soulja boy on the track shawty
I aint gon tell dis yall
when he try 2 get like you
brush that look at him
be like naw you cant get like me
nope you cant get like me

Soulja Boy on Deck
Lil Rab on Deck
Grill in my mouth
Ice on my neck

And uhh
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me

Bapes on my feet
Jays on his feet
Platinum on my neck
Gold in my teeth

And uhh
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me

Fresh ta death on the scene
Fresh bapes and a ice grill
Stand to close to my chain
You bout to get a ice chill
Stay super clean
You gon respect my fresh
With some all white dickie pants
S on my chest
At the spot all the girls gon wild for yo boy
and uhh you can't get like me NOPE
Im Soulja Boy
Big diamonds in my ear
I know you like my way hoe
Check my bathing bapes
Mo color then a rainbow

Soulja Boy on Deck
Lil Rab on Deck
Grill in my mouth
Ice on my neck

And uhh
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me

Bapes on my feet
Jays on his feet
Platinum on my neck
Gold in my teeth

And uhh
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me

Step up on the scene and you know I got my jays on
Diamond cuts off in my grill and my stunna shades on
I do feel like no other UH UHH you can't get like me
and yall hataz talking stats but aint neva seen a G
Tell me what the business b why these girls be diggin me
Cuz I keep it gutta or bcuz my name lil R A B
Hit the club deep so yall hataz bet not act tonight
Open up my mouth in the dark and my grill shine like a flashnight

Soulja Boy on Deck
Lil Rab on Deck
Grill in my mouth
Ice on my neck

And uhh
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me

Soulja boy the name you already know
I got stacks on deck
A big bank roll

And uhh
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me

Bapes on my feet
Jays on his feet
Platinum on my neck
Gold in my teeth

And uhh
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me

Soulja boy the name you already know
I got stacks on deck
A big bank roll

And uhh
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me

Soulja boy the name you already know (soulja boy tell em)
I got stacks on deck
A big bank roll

And uhh
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me

Soulja Boy on Deck
Lil Rab on Deck
Grill in my mouth
Ice on my neck

And uhh
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me

Bapes on my feet
Jays on his feet
Platinum on my neck
Gold in my teeth

And uhh
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me

ey soulja boy
yo whenever i see some one tryin to be like me
i just walk over and be like
you cant get like me NOPE
you cant get like me NOPE
you cant get like me NOPE
you cant get like me

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Soulja Boy - Yamaha Mama Lyrics

Yamaha Mama Lyrics - Soulja Boy

Feat. Sean Kingston)

(Soulja Boy)

Aye wuz up wuz up dis ya boy Soulja Boy Tell 'em, when you get dis
Message, pack ya bags, cuz we goin on a trip (trip)

(Verse 1)

It's Soulja Boy Tell 'em, I'm back (back),
Girl I know you like it like dat (dat).
From the east, to the west, she like the tattoo on my chest (my chest)
Wipe me down (wipe me down), I'm flowin (flowin)
Girl keep goin and goin
She knowin, I'm on, Send a text message to my phone
678-999-8212, hit me up ASAP girl and let me know wuz up wit chu
My number one lady, my number one girl
Ya know ya boy can rock yo world
A yamaha girl a rida, shawty know she got dat fire
S.O.D Money Gang, got da game shook
Ima let my boy Sean gone sang ya'll da hook.

(Sean Kingston)
From the east to the west, scream for me if your my number one lady.
Take a lead from the rest you can go fast speed it up for me baby,
Imma a G, what's that? One night wid me would drive you crazy (crazy)
One night wid me would drive you crazy.
Starters are you ready, take your marks and get steady,
You know that it's about to get heavy,
Cause sheýs a rider (rider a rider)
My Yamaha mama (mama) x4
Aye aye aye

(Soulja Boy)

Baby you my lady, come and get on top of me.
Louie bandana, Gucci centers, ya we on da shoppin' spree.
Ya I like ta drop da top; ya I like to see you smile,
Ya I like to talk to you on da phone fo a long time.
Baby you've been on my mind, shawty you so fine.
Ya, ya use a dime, I think about chu all da time.
And I aint even lien shawty I'm jus tryin, to tell you how I feel through dis rhyme.

(Sean Kingston)
Take a lead from the rest you can go fast speed it up for me baby,
Imma a G, what's that? One night wid me would drive you crazy (crazy)
One night wid me would drive you crazy.
Starters are you ready, take your marks and get steady,
You know that it's about to get heavy,
Cause sheýs a rider (rider a rider)
My Yamaha mama (mama) x4
Aye aye aye

[Sean Kingston]
All the girls cross the world, put the key in the ignition and just ride-e-e-e (Ya ride)
Come on get in this G4 ride real slow to the sky-y-y-y x2

[Sean Kingston]
From the east to the west, scream for me if your my number one lady.
Take a lead from the rest you can go fast speed it up for me baby,
Imma a G, what's that? One night wid me would drive you crazy (crazy)
One night wid me would drive you crazy.
Starters are you ready, take your marks and get steady,
You know that it's about to get heavy,
Cause sheýs a rider (rider a rider)
My Yamaha mama (Vroom vroom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred) x4
Aye aye aye

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Soulja Boy - Yahhh! Lyrics

Yahhh! Lyrics - Soulja Boy

(Feat. Arab)

Hey, Dem 30/30 Boyz, Soulja Boy and Arab
We got somethin new for y'all
When a motherfucka be in your face
Just on your nerves, talkin shit
And you just don't wanna hear it
Just be like "yahhh, bitch, yahhh!"

[Chorus]

(Hey, Soulja Boy, can I get your autograph?) Yahhh, bitch, Yahhh!

(Yo, Arab, I really like you, man) Yahhh, Bitch, Yahhh!

(Are there any 30 boyz that...) Yahhh, Yahhh, Bitch, yah yahhh!

(Yeah, I was wonderin, can I be on your next...) yahhh, yahhh, Bitch!

Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face (Yahhh! )

[Verse 1:]
Let me tell you about the life
And how you live when you is a star
Every single place you go
The people run up to your car
Everybody wants to talk, and everybody wants to jive
Everybody wants a handshake, Or want a high five
And these ugly girls always got a friend
That wants to talk to you
(Bitch, Yahhh, Yahhh, Trick And your friend, Yahhh, Yahhh Too! )
Ain't got time for chitchat
I'm tryin to get this money
So get up out my face
You shit-breath dummy

[Chorus]

(Hey, Soulja Boy, can I get your autograph?) Yahhh, bitch, Yahhh!

(Yo, Arab, I really like you, man) Yahhh, Bitch, Yahhh!

(Are there any 30 boyz that...) Yahhh, Yahhh, Bitch, yahhh yahhh!

(Yeah, I was wonderin, can I be on your next...) yahhh, yahhh, Bitch!

Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face (Yahhh! )

Dawg, get out my face, I'm startin to get mad
Walkin up
(Soulja Boy, Can I have your autograph?) Bitch, Yahhh, Bitch!
Leave me alone, let me get some peace
I'm sittin at the house and a nigga can't sleep
Leave me alone ho, before I have to knock your ass out
(Hey Soulja Boy, when that new 30/30 boyz cd coming out?)
Bitch, Yahhh, Bitch!
Bitch, Yahhh, Bitch!
Bitch, Yahhh, Ya, Yahhh, Yahhh, Yahhh, Ya, Bitch

[Chorus]

(Hey, Soulja Boy, can I get your autograph?) Yahhh, bitch, Yahhh!

(Yo, Arab, I really like you, man) Yahhh, Bitch, Yahhh!

(Are there any 30 boyz that...) Yahhh, Yahhh, Bitch, yahhh yahhh!

(Yeah, I was wonderin, can I be on your next...) yahhh, yahhh, Bitch!

Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face (Yahhh! )

Hey Soulja Boy, Wassup Man? Soulja Boyyy! Yeah, you like that?
We keep it crunk like that! Hey, man, you gonna let me get on this cd?
Man, come on, man, I got some bumpin stuff back at the-
Hey, Hey, Hey Araaab! Yeah You know I know that stuff "Watch My, Put It in da Chain"
Hey Soulja Boy, man, both of y'all just listen, man, hey, man don't turn around
Hey, man, listen! Hey, look, I just got to tell you somethin
'Cause look, man, I know a nigga in Chica-
(Yahhh Bitch, Ya Yahhh, Ya Yahhh Yahhh, Ya Yah)
Laughing
Yahhh Yahhhh, Bitch
Shut the fuck up, Bitch!
Yahhhh, goddamn, don't you get it?
Yahhh, Ah,
Ah Yahhh
Bitch, Ya Yahhh Bitch!

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Soulja Boy - Yahhh Bitch Yahhh Lyrics

Yahhh Bitch Yahhh Lyrics - Soulja Boy

[Speaking]
Hey, Dem 30/30 Boyz, Soulja Boy and Arab
We got somthin new for y'all
When a motherfucka be in your face
Just on your nerves, talkin shit
And you just don't wanna hear it
Just be like "Yahhh, Bitch, Yahhh!"

[Chorus]
(Hey, SoulJa Boy, can I get your autograph?) Yahhh, Bitch, Yahhh!
(Yo, Arab, I really like you, man) Yahhh, Bitch, Yahhh!
(Are there any 30 boyz that---) Yah, Yah, Bitch, Yah Yahhh!
(Yeah, I was wonderin, can I be on your next---) Yahhh, Yahhh, Bitch!

[Hook]
Get out my face, ho!
Get out my face, ho!
Get out my face, ho!
Get out my face, ho!
Get out my face, ho!
Get out my face, ho!
Get out my face, ho!
Get out my face (Yahhh!)

[Verse 1]
Let me tell you about the life
And how you live when you is a star
Every single place you go
The people run up to your car
Everybody wants to talk, and everybody wants to jive
Everybody wants a handshake, Or want a high five
And these ugly girls always got a friend
That wants to talk to you
(Bitch, Yahhh, Yahhh, Trick)
(And your friend, Yahhh, Yahhh Too!)
Ain't got time for chitchat
I'm tryin to get this money
So get up out my face
You shit-breath dummy

[Chorus]
(Hey, SoulJa Boy, can I get your autograph?) Yahhh, Bitch, Yahhh!
(Yo, Arab, I really like you, man) Yahhh, Bitch, Yahhh!
(Are there any 30 boyz that---) Yah, Yah, Bitch, Yah Yahhh!
(Yeah, I was wonderin, can I be on your next---) Yahhh, Yahhh, Bitch!

[Hook]
Get out my face, ho!
Get out my face, ho!
Get out my face, ho!
Get out my face, ho!
Get out my face, ho!
Get out my face, ho!
Get out my face, ho!
Get out my face (Yahhh!)

[Verse 2]
Dawg, get out my face, Im startin to get mad
Walkin up
(Soulja Boy, Can I have your autograph?) Bitch, Yahhh, Bitch!
Leave me alone, let me get some peace
I'm sittin at the house and a nigga can't sleep
Leave me alone ho, before I have to knock your ass out
(Hey Soulja Boy, when that new 30/30 boyz cd coming out?)
Bitch, Yahhh, Bitch!
Bitch, Yahhh, Bitch!
Bitch, Yahhh, Ya, Yah, Ya, Yahh, Ya, Bitch

[Chorus]
(Hey, SoulJa Boy, can I get your autograph?) Yahhh, Bitch, Yahhh!
(Yo, Arab, I really like you, man) Yahhh, Bitch, Yahhh!
(Are there any 30 boyz that---) Yah, Yah, Bitch, Yah Yahhh!
(Yeah, I was wonderin, can I be on your next---) Yahhh, Yahhh, Bitch!

[Hook]
Get out my face, ho!
Get out my face, ho!
Get out my face, ho!
Get out my face, ho!
Get out my face, ho!
Get out my face, ho!
Get out my face, ho!
Get out my face (Yahhh!)

[Talking]
Hey Soulja Boy, Wassup Man? Soulja Boyyy! Yeah, you like that?
We keep it crunk like that! Hey, man, you gonna let me get on this cd?
Man, come on, man, I got some bumpin stuff back at the---
Hey, Hey, Hey Araaab! Yeah You know I know that stuff "Watch My, Put It in da Chain"
Hey Soulja Boy, man, both of yall just listen, man, hey, man don't turn around
Hey, man, listen! Hey, look, I just got to tell you somethin
'Cause look, man, I know a nigga in Chica-
(Yahhh Bitch, Ya Yahh, Ya Yah Yah, Ya Yah)
Laughing
(Yah---Laughing---Yahhhh, Bitch)
(Shut the fuck up, Bitch!)
(Yahhhh, goddamn, don't you get it?)
With Beat
(Yah)
(Ah)
(Ah)
(Yahhh)
Laughter
(Bitch, Ya Yahhh Bitch!)

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Soulja Boy - Yahhh Bitch Lyrics

Yahhh Bitch Lyrics - Soulja Boy

[Speaking:]
Hey, Dem 30/30 Boyz, Soulja Boy and Arab
We got somthin new for y'all
When somebody be in your face
Just on your nerves, just talkin and talkin
And you just don't wanna hear it
Just be like "Yahhh, Bitch, Yahhh! "

[Chorus:]
(Hey, SoulJa Boy, can I get your autograph?) Yahhh, Bitch, Yahhh!
(Yo, Arab, I really like you, man) Yahhh, Bitch, Yahhh!
(Is Collipark-) Yah, Yah, Bitch, Yah Yahhh!
(Yeah, I was wonderin, can I be on your next-) Yahhh, Yahhh, Bitch!

[Hook:]
Get out my face hoe
Get out my face hoe
Get out my face hoe
Get out my face hoe
Get out my face hoe
Get out my face hoe
Get out my face hoe
Get out my face (Yahhh!)

[Verse 1:]
Let me tell you about the life
And how you live when you is a star
Every single place you go
The people run up to your car
Everybody wants to talk, and everybody wants to jive
Everybody wants a handshake, Or want a high five
And these ugly girls always got a friend
That wants to talk to you
(Snitch, Yahhh, Yahhh, Trick)
(And your friend, Yahhh, Yahhh Too!)
Ain't got time for chitchat
I'm tryin to get this money
So get up out my face
You doo doo head dummy

[Chorus:]
(Hey, SoulJa Boy, can I get your autograph?) Yahhh, Bitch, Yahhh!
(Yo, Arab, I really like you, man) Yahhh, Bitch, Yahhh!
(Is Collipark-) Yah, Yah, Bitch, Yah Yahhh!
(Yeah, I was wonderin, can I be on your next-) Yahhh, Yahhh, Bitch!


[Hook:]
Get out my face hoe
Get out my face hoe
Get out my face hoe
Get out my face hoe
Get out my face hoe
Get out my face hoe
Get out my face hoe
Get out my face (Yahhh!)

[Verse 2:]
Dawg, get out my face, I'm startin to get mad
Walkin up
(Soulja Boy, Can I have your autograph?) Trick, Yahhh, Trick!
Leave me alone, let me get some peace
I'm sittin at the house and a shawty can't sleep
Leave me alone folk, before I have to knock your lights out
(Hey Soulja Boy, when that new Stacks on Deck cd coming out?)
Snitch, Yahhh, Trick!
Snitch, Yahhh, Trick!
Snitch, Yahhh, Ya, Yah, Ya, Yahh, Ya, Trick

[Chorus:]
(Hey, SoulJa Boy, can I get your autograph?) Yahhh, Bitch, Yahhh!
(Yo, Arab, I really like you, man) Yahhh, Bitch, Yahhh!
(Is Collipark-) Yah, Yah, Bitch, Yah Yahhh!
(Yeah, I was wonderin, can I be on your next-) Yahhh, Yahhh, Bitch!


[Hook:]
Get out my face hoe
Get out my face hoe
Get out my face hoe
Get out my face hoe
Get out my face hoe
Get out my face hoe
Get out my face hoe
Get out my face (Yahhh!)

[Talking:]
Hey Soulja Boy I Love Those Sneakers Man
Me and my brother, man we diggin ya man (super dig)
I mean, I'm the king of your fan club man
I mean, I just ya one day and I was like "that guy, he's gonna make it"
(he's gonna make it, I already know)
I was on your myspace man-

(Yahhh Trick, Ya Yahh, Ya Yah Yah, Ya Yah)
[Laughing]
(Yah [Laughing] Yahhhh, Bitch)
(Shut up!)
(Yahhhh, don't you get it?)
[With Beat
(Yah)
(Ah)
(Ah)
(Yahhh)
[Laughter]
Y-A-A-H-H-H

I still like your sneaker though

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Soulja Boy - Xtra Lyrics

Xtra Lyrics - Soulja Boy

Sorry, no lyrics for this song, Sorry for the inconvinience, Please Submit lyrics or leave comment

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Soulja Boy - Wuzhannanan Lyrics

Wuzhannanan Lyrics - Soulja Boy

How Come You Wont Tell Me Whats Hannenin'? (Whats Hannenin) [x16]

Whats Hannein'? (Whats) Whats Hannenin? (Whats) Whats Hannenin? (Whats) Whats Hannenin (Whats)

Whats Hannenin, Hannenin, Hannenin, Hannenin, Hannenin, Hannenin, Hannenin, Hannenin

[Verse 1:]
Man Tell Me Whats Really Goin' On. Soulja Boy Up In This This Thang, I'm Ready, Whats Hannenin?
And Im Ready With The Dough, I Gotta Have A Mill Stashed In The Studio, Whats Hannenin?

I'm Down, N***A I'm Down, Soulja Boy 2006, Its My Time To Clown.
And I'm Ready, Any Place, Soulja Boy Up In This Thang Wit My Dj, Whats Hannenin?

(Whats Hannenin) [x16]

Whats Hannenin (Hannenin, Hannenin) [x4]

[Verse 2:]
N***A Im Down, Down Wit The Thugs. Soulja Boy Up In This Thang, 6 Inches Past Dubs.
I'm Down Wit The Crew, Lookin So Clean Everytime I Ride Through, Whats Hannenin?

2006, 2006, My Time To Shine, Hit The Block Sittin On 26's.
2006, 2006, My Time To Shine, Hit The Block, Whats Hannenin?

(Whats Hannenin) [x32]

[Verse 3:]
My Turn, My Turn To Shine. This Year I Swear To God I'm Gonna Put Down.
I'm Gonna Do It Big, Hit The High School Sittin On 26's, Whats Hannenin?

Do It Big, I Wanna Do It Big, Do It Big, Whats Hannenin?
Do It Big, I Wanna Do It Big, Do It Big, Whats Hannenin?

(Whats Hannenin) [x16]

Whats Hannenin (Hannenin, Hannenin) [Until End]

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Soulja Boy - Wut U Gone Do Mane Lyrics

Wut U Gone Do Mane Lyrics - Soulja Boy

Aye dis Soulja Boy mane wut u gone do
U tell me ima tell u
Wut u gone do uon even kno
Pull up on da scene 24's
Stacks on deck check my neck
Wut u gone do ima do dat
Head to to da mall den mall rims flex ridin real clean bubble out flex
I'm do dis I'm do dat
Ima get rich of makin deez tracks
Soulja boy tell em u kno my name
Aye wut dis soulja boy wut u gone do mane
U already know 2006
Talkin dat noise u gone get hit
Aye soulja boy wut r u gone do man
Yahhhh yahhh bitch

Aye mane wut u gone do
I'm gone get bathing apes aint talkin bout to zoo
Red monkey wit da bubble diamondz
Got damn soulja boy man u be shining
Yeah I got a question wut
Wut u gone do
I'm a keep rappin aint none else to do
Lets get to da money, lets get to da cake
Lets get da record for it get to late
Now u jig dis shit, mane wut u gone do
U can dance, get crunk shit wut u wanna do

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Soulja Boy - Wit My Yums On Lyrics

Wit My Yums On Lyrics - Soulja Boy

[Intro]
Soulja boy tellem,
SOD money gang,
SOD money mafia,
Sod... it's the label (yup)

[Chorus]
Rubberband chain on my neck (wit my yums on)
Screamin out stacks on deck (wit my yums on)
Cashin $100, 000 checks wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)

Gucci bandana go great (wit my yums on)
Money comen so I keep it real (wit my yums on)
Man, imma tell yall how it is
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)

[Verse 1]
Step up on the scene now you no who it be
Fresh yums wit da hat can't get like me
I'm yellin I got my swag back
Pull up to the club seen clean in a cadilac
Yums wit da gucci grip
Your girl had a heart attack, when she my smile, you old like an artifact
All I can say is wow, yums hat, yums bag, yums lugage, pants, sack souljaboy da money man,
Your girls number 1 fan

[Chorus]
Rubberband chain on my neck (wit my yums on)
Screamin out stacks on deck (wit my yums on)
Cashin $100, 000 checks wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)

Gucci bandana go great (wit my yums on)
Money comen so I keep it real (wit my yums on)
Man, imma tell yall how it is
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)

[Verse 2]
My closet it amazing, it's full of fruity colors, fruity flavors, it look crazy
I'm so busy, you so lazy
I'm so clean, you so lame
Yellow yums chain, got money on deck
I got yums so fresh man, soulja boy tellem,
Yeah tellem like yu tld me to, I take a band and blow it man it's jus the grand, that's how we do
Yums is my choose of shoes and these how you supposed to rock a candy pant wit a candy hat
I'm so fresh I cabt stop

[Chorus]
Rubberband chain on my neck (wit my yums on)
Screamin out stacks on deck (wit my yums on)
Cashin $100, 000 checks
Wit my yums on(yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)
Gucci bandana go great (wit my yums on)
Money comen so I keep it real (wit my yums on)
Man, imma tell yall how it is
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)

[Verse 3]
Cupcake, candy, apple, lemonade fresh money
Step up on da stage, make all the girls lose there breath, I'm fresher den the next money
Keepin this hat tilt (tilt)and this chain on my chest man I wear nuttin less den a grand
(Grand) man (man) a whole duffle bag full of rubberbands
Damn (damn) soulja boy da man
Now yall understand yall can't touch me busta, you need to catch up cuz you still in da musta

[Chorus]
Rubberband chain on my neck (wit my yums on)
Screamin out stacks on deck (wit my yums on)
Cashin $100, 000 checks wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)

Gucci bandana go great (wit my yums on)
Money comen so I keep it real (wit my yums on)
Man, imma tell yall how it is
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)

Wit my yums on [x6]

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Soulja Boy - Winning Lyrics

Winning Lyrics - Soulja Boy

You claim like a …
Just to keep a hater hoping
Two... just to keep a hater talking
When you see me in the club
I am making profit
When you see me in the mall
I am gucci shopping
Down louis walking
Many on my pocket I am gonna...
Tell the hater stop it... around town

I made her in the mall with a friend...
Double... shot sip it till it’s empty
... my hoe taking dollars I am gonna train it...
Deserve a oscar money in my pocket
I am ball like a baller
... money and the paper … I see you later

Brought her to the studio winning
Took her to my old hood winning
I just got to keep you talking
See me on the red carpet...
I do it often
... everyone is fan of me
... I am gonna end it
Wear it around town soldier
Ain ‘t even finished
Winning winning winning

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Soulja Boy - Willy Wonka Lyrics

Willy Wonka Lyrics - Soulja Boy

I pull up and they looking at me, Ok
Now god damn I go hard, I pull up with gold yard
It's lil dre, aka soulja boy I'm sport dog
I pull up on ferarri, don't make me bring the Ferraris out
I been getting so much money, these lil niggas can't pass me now
It's soulja, it's soulja, I'm leaning it off that kicks stand
My niggas pull up with big bands, we're taking over, we got big plans
Bam, bam, like a, like a, big bitch, choppa, choppa
Took her down, waka flocka, all in a fucking proper
All in a fucking phantom, damn, dre no opera
Niggas be talking but niggas don't want it
Run up on me show me how I point it
I blast the flash and put them in caskets
Niggas stay robbing and then they killing
Still they stealing to the first of the year
To your face niggas talking don't really want it
Lil dre, bitch I beat the case
I pull up, let me give you race
Niggas talking shit, I got horsepower,
Got hella money, bitch I'm in this place
Man we in this thang, and I'm on the stage
And they bring the money, by the fucking case
And you know what it is, that mean gold bottles
That motherfucking ace of spades
Niggas know what's up with me, nigga don't know my history
It's a mystery, I be in the block, with bout 50 goons bout 60 deep
Niggas talking shit, they get put to sleep
Bitch I'm on the block wanna make a creep
Bitch I talk the heat, you get put to sleep
Niggas talking shit, but y'all ain't really g
Niggas do not want it, talking that fuck shit
And I'm gonna unleash I'm on fire in the fucking streets
In the studio, I'm a fucking beast
Niggas talking shit but don't want me
Niggas west b, get your ass sprayed
In the fucking block just like a slave
Got 30 chains just like a slave
Got 30 whips just like a slave
Bitch I'm on the block and I'm getting paid
Niggas be talking but really don't want it
I run upon them my niggas with often
Fuck doing driver, I'm running that coffers
Niggas be talking it's really no problem
Smoking on kush and they really got coughing
Soulja boy tell them I really go often
I came out the water like I'm African dolphin
I'm getting this money you niggas still talking
SOD money get up in these streets
Talking this shit but you don't wanna beef
Ak 47 no lacking and I'm still packing
Niggas talking down, niggas talking that fuck shit
But I'm the word around town, nigga body wasn't even found

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Soulja Boy - Whoop Rico Lyrics

Whoop Rico Lyrics - Soulja Boy

[Chorus]
When we start dancing
What we do. We hurt they feelings.
When we start dancing
What we do. We hurt the feelings.

Security step up deep [4x]

Whoop rico and break his neck.
Whoop rico and break his neck.
Whoop rico. Whoop rico. Whoop rico and break his neck. [2x]

Go step to my battle field.
Where my niggas come from.
All we know is kill kill. That's right.
Breakin neck. We ain't showing no respect.
Try me. Some niggas at no will.
Now watch me slow it down and then I take it in slow motion.
And then I speed it up. And take it fast like a nigga on a top speed coaster.
Now where my goons at?
Load em up. Take aim and we ready to attack.
And ain't no backin down.
We go pound for pound. Round for round. We knock em down.
Now if you think you got them hands. And nigga that's the plan.
Ima knock yo a** down like the black Jackie chan.
The squad ain't loosing. These bi***s keep choosing.
And that's why (ay, ay).

Let me get em. Man I gotta hit the flo.
Step into my fighting stand. And then I crank that ran-bo.
Anyone can come and get it.
It's a war that I declare.
If you want a double duo. Then I bring out yogi-bear.
Watch us hit you left and right.
Combos coming once or twice.
We become a stupid fan. Have yo whole clique scarred for life.
Flawless victory on deck.
But it's time for round two.
Put my hands up on my hips,
Then I crank my Scooby-doo.
Chorus
When we start dancing
What we do? We hurt they feelings.
When we start dancing
What we do? We hurt the feelings.

Security step up deep [4x]
Whoop rico and break his neck.
Whoop rico and break his neck.
Whoop rico. Whoop rico. Whoop rico and break his neck. [2x]

Mike Dingo
Ay. They love to see me move.
Me and my whole crew.
Cuz everytime I lean they watch spectators try to do it too.
So they keep on hesitating hate, I put em in they place.
I call my boy Tookie then we whoop rico in his face.
No time to conversate.
This ain't the time or place. Watch me have to whoop a nigga a**
Like my name was Billy blanks.
This left a leave ya.
Then my dance, we crucial like brutality.
We leave yall whole click stuck. Like we stole the d**n scene.

They said em twice. Another third times a charm.
But why would you holla back, if a nigga in front of you ain't no harm.
He tried to lean, he tried to rock, but he can't do it quite like me.
Cuz he keep doing the same ole move, constantly.
Now watch us kill this dance. Soon as we hit the flo.
Bout to get real crazy, don't turn yo head. We bout to start the show.
First you bend yo back, and lift yo head. Use yo hands and block yo head.
Roll yo arms and show yo swagg. Now break his legs, arms, neck (yea).
Chorus
When we start dancing
What we do. We hurt they feelings.
When we start dancing
What we do. We hurt the feelings.

Security step up deep [4x]

Whoop rico and break his neck.
Whoop rico and break his neck.
Whoop rico. Whoop rico. Whoop rico and break his neck. [2x]

[Soulja boy tell em]
[S.O.D. money gang entertainment]
[I present to you the show stoppas]
[When this song come on in the club]
[Ya better get out the way]
[Stacks on deck]
[S.O.D. money gang entertainment]
[Soulja boy soulja boy soulja boy tell em]

Security step up deep. [6x]

When we start dancing. What we do. We hurt they feelings. [2x]

Whoop rico and break his neck.
Whoop rico and break his neck.
Whoop rico. Whoop rico. Whoop rico and break his neck.
[S.O.D. money gang]

When we start dancing. What we do. We hurt they feelings. [2x]

Whoop rico and break his neck.
Whoop rico and break his neck.
Whoop rico. Whoop rico. Whoop rico and break his neck.
[S.O.D. Money Gang]

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Soulja Boy - Whats Hannenin' Lyrics

Whats Hannenin' Lyrics - Soulja Boy

How Come You Wont Tell Me Whats Hannenin'? (Whats Hannenin) [x16]

Whats Hannein'? (Whats) Whats Hannenin? (Whats) Whats Hannenin? (Whats) Whats Hannenin (Whats)

Whats Hannenin, Hannenin, Hannenin, Hannenin, Hannenin, Hannenin, Hannenin, Hannenin

[Verse 1:]
Man Tell Me Whats Really Goin' On. Soulja Boy Up In This This Thang, I'm Ready, Whats Hannenin?
And Im Ready With The Dough, I Gotta Have A Mill Stashed In The Studio, Whats Hannenin?

I'm Down, N***A I'm Down, Soulja Boy 2006, Its My Time To Clown.
And I'm Ready, Any Place, Soulja Boy Up In This Thang Wit My Dj, Whats Hannenin?

(Whats Hannenin) [x16]

Whats Hannenin (Hannenin, Hannenin) [x4]

[Verse 2:]
N***A Im Down, Down Wit The Thugs. Soulja Boy Up In This Thang, 6 Inches Past Dubs.
I'm Down Wit The Crew, Lookin So Clean Everytime I Ride Through, Whats Hannenin?

2006, 2006, My Time To Shine, Hit The Block Sittin On 26's.
2006, 2006, My Time To Shine, Hit The Block, Whats Hannenin?

(Whats Hannenin) [x32]

[Verse 3:]
My Turn, My Turn To Shine. This Year I Swear To God I'm Gonna Put Down.
I'm Gonna Do It Big, Hit The High School Sittin On 26's, Whats Hannenin?

Do It Big, I Wanna Do It Big, Do It Big, Whats Hannenin?
Do It Big, I Wanna Do It Big, Do It Big, Whats Hannenin?

(Whats Hannenin) [x16]

Whats Hannenin (Hannenin, Hannenin) [Until End]

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Soulja Boy - What They Ask For Lyrics

What They Ask For Lyrics - Soulja Boy

I aint gettin money? what?
Where they do that at
Call up the ambulance my chain jus had a heart attack
Soulja boy sh%ttin on ya yup!
Ima a%%hole
They say they want them hits ima givem what they ask fo
V-2
This lookin like a lick-
What you think the mask fo-
I cook it up like grits-
Dozen, you can have 4-
Bookin up the pitch I hit the switch throw em in laso-
I take another hit?ace hood wont kno bout cash flow-
We give em what they ask fo-
Hop up out the bath go-
There he go-swag crack
Kno how much a bag fo?
Priceless!
Sod, bucklife sh%t
We finish if you started that
Who wanna part of that!

V-3
Aint a need 2 front
Big blunts -roll plenty green-
See me after I flip?
Black diamonds in my pinky ring-
Anything I want, any chic I want
New boy
But I rather see-lola in them skinny jeans
Fact
We go hard my dog they-
Couldn't make a hit with
Baseball bats and a dodge ball-
Bucklife, sod I'm flawz
Hit man cardiac
Bring me suttin harder back

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Soulja Boy - Weed And Shoes Lyrics

Weed And Shoes Lyrics - Soulja Boy

I just wanna smoke weed and buy shoes,
And do what fly guy's do,
I just wanna smoke weed and buy shoes,
And do what fly guy's do,
Stacks on Deck, yeah we straight, wake up everyday get that cake,
Stacks on DECK, YEAH we straight, wake up everyday get that cake,

Back then dude needed cash to borrow,
But these days a Maserati and a Murcielago,
Crash the Benz today I'll cop another tomorrow,
Or maybe get the Ferrari 360 or the Gallardo,
Young Soulja even back then I had swag then,
Not too many stores that you can name I aint dropped cash in,
80, 000 g stacks in the lockcer that was back then,
I took off on them haters I ain't look back since,

[HOOK]

Well check the mix tape blogs I'm on fire man,
Just caught the... bottom from iron man,
... scoop the chick real quick she like the tires man,
She be phining for the "D" I supply her man,
New kicks new tee, I dress proper man,
Ask her if she got a man, she said that she forgot her man,
He did what? tell them that I'm not a fan, soulja pop a lot of bandz,
And yeah I got a lot of fans, everythang gold from the chain to the mouth piece,
We can go east stay chilling on south beach,
And if you wanna go you can be with me,
Smoke weed play 360,
Everywhere I go you could take flicks with me,
Over seas then you can take that trip with me,
Make a stop at flight club cop kicks with me,
Inhale till the bag's empty.

[HOOK]X2

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Soulja Boy - Wasted Lyrics

Wasted Lyrics - Soulja Boy

Oooh I'm wasted
Wasted, wasted, wasted

Lifesyle I wont make it
I'm in jamacia on vacation
Soulja tellem man higher than a hasion
And my eyez sat low like an asian
And my swag onnn, and I'm ridin chrome
And I turned my swag on and I told yo girl
Kiss me thru the damn phone

Now I'm getting my shine on
And every single day, saying soulja I'm diamonds
My diams is shining and when I step on the stage
She say soulja you the shit
I say thank you very miss
Oooh, now my whole click wasted
Standing on the stage
Red proms colered faced
Damn like like damn he like damn how you do that?
A hundred thousands cash in a week
Man we blew that
Oh! and we stepped inside the strip club
Then we throw some money, we just threw some numbers
They just threw the points putting out like pointers
And you already know Lamborghini pointers
Pay attention shawty, I'm the party
When I stepped inside the party
I'm the party
When I walked outside the party, the club closed
When I stepped inside the ice show jewerly frozed
Soulja tellem he the shit
He's a f*ckin beast
Every nigga in the city, wanna get like me
And I can do this auto tune shit mane
Watch me sing, just like T-Pain
Ooh but I'm not Lil Wayne
But I'm tatted on my neck mane
And I'm higher than a jet mane
I mean I'm higher than a jet plane
Pay attention what I'm f*ckin saying
I go hard just like super saiyajins
But my hair not gold but my chain is gold
And my whole neck frozed
And yea I am wasted
Yea I am gone
Yea man faced it
I am on my throne
King shit bitch!
Boss! shawty!
Check my rules, damn!
I'm stunting, soulja getting money
Arab money, soulja boy money
SOD money aint shit funny
Shout out to my niggas on the down in the country
City boy shawty tiddy boy shawty
A hundred boy shawty.bootles of a party
Stepped inside the party everybosy screaming hardly
Swag surfing shawty on a brand new harley
? soul soulja he popping
Just like Nicole he cold cold when I'm stopping
Damn he go hard
No homo but I'm rich
I'm soulja tellem with a hundred fifty on my risk bitch
What's my damn name? soulja boy cortez!
Uh got more hoes than
Got more hoes than
Got more hoes than a broke nigga socks
...
Got more bitches that mean I got snitches
Ooh I'm wasted bitch
What's my f*ckin name?
Shoutout to gucci mane
We wasted and I don't wear tight jeans like you faggots
F*ck the new girls
A hundred and fiffty levels I'm so high

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