letra de 4x - soulja boy
soulja
say it 4 times ’cause d-mn i’m taking over
soulja
say it 4 times ’cause all my chains are golden
soulja boy swag soulja boy
i’m pulling up fresh fade 3 cut juice deuce
soulja boy who? soulja boy
i’m pulling up 10 chains on time to f-ck let’s do it
i go to work i go in
pull up with a gucci car got a f-cking subscription
to givenchy i shop
go in and pull apart in a auto shop and a porsche shop
and a body shop and a rim shop and a polo shop where i’m going
i’m in a polo lobby eating shrimp soulja tell ’em i’m rich
pull up i’m a sad vision juice 2 juice juice with a bad b-tch
talk sh-t talk sh-t but can’t have him
my lifestyle it’s extravagant
my bad b-tch on the right side
she yella bone i’m a go slide
i pull up big tires, big rims shy south to side
break just out the sim set just out the west side
we in this b-tch n-gga the guns can’t best us
drop the f-cking juice to em benz by
swagging hard i pull up
i got a movie i’m poured up
east to pin n-gga east to pin
i got the jewels soulja poured up the dooze
this juice too, this juice too, this juice too
this juice deuce, pull up on flexin in my hood
i phone textin i be driving swerving so reckless
i’m this sh-t n-gga i’m flexin’
soulja
say it 4 times ’cause d-mn i’m taking over
soulja
say it 4 times ’cause all my chains are golden
it’s time to work
pull up fresh as f-ck fly here a lil upon the earth
white cell on my t-shirt gucci on my backpack
i down went hard like the motherf-cker cash stacks
swagging hard b-tch i’m soulja telling you no impulse
all to the club all that god d-mn money we blow it
them stripper hoes they love me because i’m pretty never ugly
i tat my face and i’m still pretty i’m swagged up and i’m sadiddy
don’t give a f-ck i know diddy i know 50 i got the juice
i pull up i’m 2pac, what it do n-gga what it do
swag splash jewels drill b-tch n-gga all of that
ocean ganging this motherf-cker
sip so much lean had a heart attack
juice
soulja
swag
i’m actin sadiddy
all these rappers can’t f-ck with me
i pull up and i’m eating beats
i’m fresh as f-ck when i’m in the streets
i go hard on every beat
got gold carats up in my t–th
n-gga talking sh-t up in these streets
getting shoot down up in these streets
i put a body up in the ditch
juiced too up in this b-tch
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