Love Soulja

Soulja Boy

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    Yea
    Oh oh, oh oh
    Oh oh, oh oh
    King soulja
    King soulja
    Rolex, hold that lamborghini
    Jesus piece for my bentley
    Sod, fuck

    These bitches love soulja, money we throwin
    Bottles we pourin up, jesus piece frozed up
    Rolex, hold it up, i drink lean until i’m throwin up
    You niggas ain’t get money like sod, so just close it up

    These bitches love soulja, money we throwin
    Bottles we pourin up, jesus piece frozed up
    Rolex, hold it up, drink lately, throwin up
    You niggas ain’t get money like sod, so close it up

    I pulled up and in a mulsane, tatted up like lil wayne
    Party catch like bergman, black bentley swerve man
    Hold up your runnin man, where is your rollie man?
    I don’t see your rollie man, you gotta have a rollie man
    You ain’t swaggin, pull some, throwin up some gang size
    I rock it in this pocket, i close my eyes see dollar signs
    Maserati parked in front, paid it like taxes
    I don’t do the actin, i do it for the ratchets
    I got mo money than these motherfuckin actors
    You think that you know us, 3 mill on my tour bus
    Keep that kush smoking, keep that molly rolling
    Keep that lean pouring and keep that cash flowin

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    These bitches love soulja, money we throwin
    Bottles we pourin up, jesus piece frozed up
    Rolex, hold it up, i drink lean until i’m throwin up
    You niggas ain’t get money like sod, so just close it up

    These bitches love soulja, money we throwin
    Bottles we pourin up, jesus piece frozed up
    Rolex, hold it up, drink lately, throwin up
    You niggas ain’t get money like sod, so close it up

    Sod got cash bitch, 200 in the stash bitch
    400 in my new bitch, 100 in my last bitch
    And i’m smoking gas bitch, you gotta be a bad bitch
    You heard what i said ho, you gotta be a bad bitch
    If you ain’t got no ass bitch, then i cannot smash this
    Man you got me laughin, catch him up in traffic
    Sod, we stackin, all them pistols packin
    You knowing where the beez is, soulja boy fa real

    These bitches love soulja, money we throwin
    Bottles we pourin up, jesus piece frozed up
    Rolex, hold it up, i drink lean until i’m throwin up
    You niggas ain’t get money like sod, so just close it up

    These bitches love soulja, money we throwin
    Bottles we pourin up, jesus piece frozed up
    Rolex, hold it up, drink lately, throwin up
    You niggas ain’t get money like sod, so close it up

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