Soulja Boy

[fox69]

"Tony Hawk"

"Tony Hawk"


[Intro:]
King Soulja 3
Turn up man
Jarre auto
Rich Gang, we goin on
(The hell is you doin'?)
Stunna
Aye

[Hook:]
Whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
360 hurricane, whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
360 Tony Hawk, whip my wrist
Soulja
Whip my wrist (900)
Whip my wrist (900)
Whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
Tony Hawk, whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
720, whip my wrist (Goddamn)
Whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
Hurricane, whip my wrist
Soulja

[Verse 1:]
I'm standing on the yacht, smokin' by the dock (Dre)
Got a couple thots, that think I'm hot (ewww)
These rappers think they hot, they really not
Maserati coupe, then I drop the top
I'm two hundred bands, foreign off the lot
I'm IHOP syrup, pouring up my guap
I'm fiending Ferragamo, each and every time
I'm hopin' out the cut, with shooters that make you blind
I got a foreign whip and a Maybach that's behind it
I gotta engine in the trunk and it go fire (and it go fire)
I'm lil dre, I'm big Soulja, I'm panamera
I'm west side, zone 1, red bandana

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I'm on the private jet, I finesse
I just count the check, I ain't need it
Shoes on [?] Soulja boy wet, you know I'm bleedin'
Pull up on a block, AKA a' heatin'
Chopper, it's goin' find, and make ya blind
If, if she in my whip, you know she a dime
I like to get the chicken's whipped, that's all the time
He said he need thirty bricks, and I'm like, 'fine'
Rat-tat-tat with a red bandana
Tony Montana, run through Atlanta
Nigga talking, Imma let him have it
Soulja Boy, told him, and I'm packin' a rat
[?]
Rich gang, that's up on my chain
The diamonds are fire flame
360 to 900, Tony Hawk, a hurricane

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Too Faded"
(feat. Game)

"Too Faded"
(feat. Game)



[Verse 1 : Game]
Hey yo I’m full of that purp
Can’t be fucked with when I’m rollin’
I like that backwood up and put that sun roof in motion
I hit the block like what, them boys can’t fuck with that phantom
Put them 6s down in buck kid, I fuck with Atlanta
Got that huge blow and rocks up in this
Shining like the staple center lights when Kobe go for 40 looking like mike!
Don’t compare me to these rap niggas I’m not like ‘em, I swear to God
I did went through hurt before, Chris Humphrey my dick big
You can ask the broads, I like my bitch authentic no fake
titties or ass
When she do I Ricky ruby on that hoe, I pass
since tall [?] fucking with the lights out
When the shit on like a [?] I fight though
I don’t wanna fight though, wanna lose your life though
So pull a 38 on yeah, turn a nigga mike on

Yeah, I’m fucked up and they hating
Turn all these rap niggas into blood zulu nation
Yeah, soldiers, the diamonds in your chain
Bigger than that nigga face and that’s foul, game

[Hook : Soulja Boy]
I’m fucked up and I’m faded
I said I’m fucked up and I’m faded
We got peach sirock syrup ‘tron, peach sirock syrup ‘tron, peach sirock syrup ‘tron,
Faded, I’m faded, faded
She faded, faded, he faded, faded, we faded,
Faded, faded, faded, faded, faded, I’m fucked up

[Verse 2 : Soulja Boy]
Puff pop and I pass on, rich nigga young asshole
Fuck you trying to tell me, go bars for the cash bro
I took charge and I went hard
Held it down for my fuck squad
Fuck you niggas talk about
Time we bring them racks out
Welcome to my spaceship, that shit look like a trap house
Go ahead and bring the Benz out
Recoup your hoe and we freezed up
Pound [?] that’s a beat up, 50 k on my sleeve bro
And I’m fresh fuck and my sleeve up
These niggas riding won’t be us
Everyday we get the bump, riding round smokin’ grind
2012 red Bentley mean, gang driving through compton
Bad bitches by the dozen, no police I ain’t coughing
And niggas saying they got swag
But it’s money gang or nothing
I’m high as fuck see it in my eyes
Shouts out game that number 5
Fresh as fuck till a nigga die
Gonna write my name up in the sky
Fick you niggas talking bout, we get cash by large amounts
I’m fucked up and I’m faded, got a mansion up in Las Vegas

[Hook]
I’m fucked up and I’m faded
I said I’m fucked up and I’m faded
We got peach sirock syrup ‘tron, peach sirock syrup ‘tron, peach sirock syrup ‘tron,
Faded, I’m faded, faded
She faded, faded, he faded, faded, we faded,
Faded, faded, faded, faded, faded, I’m fucked up

 

[fox69]

"Too Juiced Up"

"Too Juiced Up"


[Hook: Soulja Boy]
If you looking for me dogg, I'm on the block
Too juiced up
If you looking for me bitch, I'm on the block
Too juiced up

Juice mixtape!
All my niggas got juice
I got all the juice

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
If you looking for me dogg, I'm on the block
Too juiced up
If you looking for me bitch, I'm on the block
Too juiced up
If you looking for me ho, I'm in the club
Too juiced up
If you looking for me dogg, I'm in the mall
Too juiced up

[Verse: Soulja Boy]
I'm in the club, juice the whore
I'm on the block, 2-door 4
I give a fuck about your bitch
I send my goons, kick your door
Real street, real life
And we can sip that dirty Sprite
We can shoot em with the AK or
We can stab em with the knife
I gives a fuck, she can go
Blow for blow and toe for toe
I'm in your hood, come to my hood
There's no limit, ho
I gives a fuck, go on
Come to my motherfucking zone
I got me another mil on my motherfucking phone

 

[fox69]

"Touchdown"

"Touchdown"


[Intro/Chorus:]
Swag - touchdown, touchdown
I just wrote a play and made a touchdown, touchdown
A hundred racks a day that is a touchdown, touchdown
Both hands up cause it's a touchdown, touchdown
Shawty get out my way! (Go!) Shawty get out my way!
Stay up on to that boy, it's twelve points in your face (uhh)
Shawty get out my way! (Uh-oh!) Shawty get out my way!
Stay up on to that boy, it's twelve points in your face (uhh)

Beezy gon' stay up on, make it rich mane
Ridin in my Hummer, twenty-eight with a switchblade
Girls on your bumper cause I swags it like Kinte
And you know I got twelve writ, call me Wednesday
Call up Antonio, that step stair monster
I'm gon' let my chain hang like Lil B The Based God
Twenty-five on my whip got them girls screamin "Hey, uhh
Ooh, can we get yo' autograph?" I guess
Yeah I'm ridin in that 'Vette, twenty inches on the track
And you know what's comin next, Soulja TellEm 'bout to flip
Girls bout to trip, on my whip, cause you know I flip whip
With that ice cake, no kiss me on my neck hahhhh!

[Chorus]

Girls know my name; two pistols on me
so I strut like Max Payne - 'bout to make it rain
Try to snatch my chain then that nine touch yo' brain
Rearrange yo' frame and I rap like Gucci Mane
Ridin in that van, please tell me what is next
Bubble Chevy dawg, back in the day I break 'em all
Breakin all the laws, only the fools follow the rules
I was ridin around my school with a backpack plus a tool
The chopper will hit you fools if that boy disrespects
Man I'm swagged up with hella tattoos on my neck, yuh!
Hella swagged up, see the Gucci stashed up
Make a nigga back up, chopper flash if he act up

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Trap Boy Soulja"

"Trap Boy Soulja"


[Hook x2:]
Trap boy soulja, trap boy soulja
Trap boy soulja, trap boy soulja
I got what you need, leave baking soder
Mix it with what you need, lean molly cough

I got what you need, trap boy soulja
In that white cocaine benz like its baking soder
I been flipping bricks, can catch across the border
And that fucking swag bag coming 'cross the border
In a fucking white van tell em the pricing order
Ill 16 hollow tips he the shoulder
He thought I was playing unloaded hella clips
Rich gang at your playing baking soder rich
Hot yellow bitch, and she sucking dick
How wait thats me with like fifty bricks
Backseat playing, like siccisy please sit in the seats
Shoutout to my squad and to my niggas doing hits

[Hook]

Damn I'm paranoid I they them niggas tap my phone
I had packs chased down until everything was gone
In the nets fuck it daily in my sty phone
Swag bag march is selling on my fucking money
In the nets stay in shootsouts with them fucking folks
So I had to drop my top and I was gone
All that fucking cheddar I had like sixty on
Had to shut the packs cause they had to pull me over
I was on cut flexing with like 38
And I hop up in that hooptie all them niggas fake
In the next fucking day I catch up with louise state
They say damn soulja you done did your squad feet
In the next day my flex was on the fucking screen
Swag bag and they both had them for 16
Had 30 kis and a fucking g
I had pistol stacked, under my fucking seat
Trap boy soulja, boom caught it colder
I had gun stashed up in every sofa
And them niggas say damn trey you done took it over
I been whipping this and this, since like 4 older

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Trap Swag"

"Trap Swag"



Gucci everywhere
Versace everything, let's get money
Turn up, I'm on tour right now turnt up
Know what I'm saying, I'm bout to go on stage
Turn up, trap swag, yeah, Soulja

Busting down a whole brick, yeah I been getting cash
Busting down a whole thing, I call that trap swag, no joke
Riding in that foreign whip with them sandwich bags, for real
I be riding round with them pounds that, for real
Trap swag, trap swag, trap swag, trap swag
Trap swag, trap swag, trap swag, trap swag
30 bricks, 30 pounds, riding round with sandwich bags
Riding round with all these fuckin pounds, call it trap swag

I'm riding round I'm getting money
I'm getting money I'm riding round
West side, zone 1, we getting cash on my Sarah Turner
West up, West up, West up, (juice, Soulja), what's up, what's up, nigga what's up
Bricks – swing that
Pounds – swing that
Kush up late bam
Pimp, I play around, Forgiato
Yellow diamond shawty pulled up to the car show
Phantom smoke, hookah smoke, Young Dre, fuck that
I be grinding bucket (buckets),
I be grinding bucket (what?)
Foreign whip like fuck it
Send this whole clip
When I step inside the club, got a post up in the VIP, ok
Riding down Vegas in my rarri on the strip
Young Dre, took a player, I get money, fuck a hater, whoa
Riding down the block bustin bricks, yeah I'm getting cash

Bust a whole brick, what I call it, yeah that's trap swag
Riding on the foreign whip, young trappin getting cash
I been bustin bricks, I been riding round with bricks trap
Trap swag, trap swag, trap swag, I call it trap swag
Riding with a couple gold bricks, call it trap swag
Trap swag, yeah that's trap swag

Gold Rolex on my wrist, that's the prezy
Young Dre been getting cash, I been ridin ferarris
Yellow diamond shawty I be posted in the party
Might go cop a vitch, might go cop a Bent
Might go cop a drop top, Diablo 26
Might cop a water whip, Hummer on H
Might cop a bread, bright and hurt they face
Might put my ice on freeze when I skeet
Young Dre and low Jordans l love all of that
Hit the fuckin club throw love make it rain
10 diamonds and they all are on my chain
I done flipped the script, I done changed the game
Riding in that Bentley like I'm slangin chickens
Wake up in the morning and I'm water whippin
I stay getting cash, I stay getting bandz
I stay sippin lean, I stay poppin Xan
Trap swag, bust it out the park
Duffle bag, duffle that, then I double that
Out on soulja bricks, Young Dre kick lick
40-40 zip, 50 for that rip

Trap swag, trap swag, trap swag, trap swag
Riding round the city, bustin bricks with me
Riding round the city, hitting licks, winnin,
Trap swag, trap swag
Yea I call it trap swag, flexin, 50 bricks for the juice
Riding round, bandz, all these fucking bandz
I got all these Xans, call it trap swag
Trap swag, call it trap swag
Trap swag, you know it
Riding round the brick, riding round the pound
I got it, I got it, and it's comin down
Man we got em, trap swag, ah.

You know we just workin
Them hoes twerkin
Guns jerkin
Pistols squirtin, nigga all that murkin
Trap swag
SOULJAB, oh I flex it uh
Screw, yea!

 

[fox69]

"Triple Beam"

"Triple Beam"


[Intro:]
Triple beam

[Hook:]
All my lil' brother gray
Pull up on you blouse, spread up with the K
I got car that you neva seen
Yung nigga with a triple beam
Triple beam [x3]
Yung nigga with a triple beam
Triple beam [x3]
Yung nigga with a triple beam

[Verse 1:]
All my lil' brother gray
Pull up on you blouse, spread up with the K
How I get this guap, it's a mystery
Disrespect my squad, I'm a leave you history
Trappin' and cappin' and rippin' and flippin'
My niggas that's stealin', 4.40 aim for the K
Pull up on your block,
Know I'm getting money, I put in your face
I'm rich in my pockets
I've seen them, but frankly, walkin' them off
Versache in my drawers, so many girls, they sprayn, man
Pull up to the club in a car you neva seen
I was sixteen wid a triple beam
50k stuck inside my rublin' jean
Tokk a whole heaven, broke it down wid my team

[Hook:]
All my lil' brother gray
Pull up on you blouse, spread up with the K
I got car that you neva seen
Yung nigga with a triple beam
Triple beam [x3]
Yung nigga with a triple beam
Triple beam [x3]
Yung nigga with a triple beam

[Verse 2:]
I ain't wanna talk, pull up in a Bentley, I ain't wanna bouch
Pull up in that Bentley then get on a yacht
Then I go up on a cruise wid a thot
Smokin' cush, breakin' bands by the block
Swervin' four wiffs off the lot
Panorama push, that's a lot
All of my poughe, I'm gettin' guap (stat)
Pull up and I got that drink
Runnin' thu the city in a mili tank
Smokin' cush, walkin' in the bank (triple beam)
We gettin' money and you niggas ain't catch

[Hook:]
All my lil' brother gray
Pull up on you blouse, spread up with the K
I got car that you neva seen
Yung nigga with a triple beam
Triple beam [x3]
Yung nigga with a triple beam
Triple beam [x3]
Yung nigga with a triple beam

 

[fox69]

"Turn My Swag On"

"Turn My Swag On"


Soulja Boy tell 'em!
Hopped up out the bed,
Turn my swag on,
Took a look in the mirror said what's up
Yeah I'm getting money (oh) [x2]

Turn my swag on,
It's my turn, now turn it up
Yeah, yeah
I put my team on, and my theme song
Now it's time to turn it up
Yeah, yeah

I got a question why they hating on me,
I got a question why they hating on me
I ain't did nothing to 'em, but count this money
And put my team on, now my whole clic stunning
Boy what's up, yeah
Boy what's up, yeah

When I was 9 years old I put it in my head
That I'm gonna die for this gold

(Soulja Boy tell 'em)
Boy what's up, yeah
Hopped up out the bed
Turn my swag on
Took a look in the mirror said what's up
Yeah I'm gettin money (ooh) [x2]

I'm back again,
I know a lot of you all thought I wasn't coming back...
Yeah, yeah
I had to prove them wrong,
Got back in the studio and came up with another hit
Yeah, yeah
I told the world my story, the world where I'm from
Souljaboy X L dot com, boy what's up
Yeah, yeah

Now everytime you see me spit
Every time you hear me rhyme
Everytime you see me in your state or town
Say what's up
Yeah, yeah

Hopped up out the bed
Turn my swag on
Took a look in the mirror said what's up
Yeah I'm gettin money (ooh) [x2]

 

[fox69]

"Turn Up"
(feat. Fredo Santana Taydoe)

"Turn Up"
(feat. Fredo Santana Taydoe)



[Hook:]
Turn up on a phone nigga we don't get no fuck
We get thirties in the cut we will fuck you up
Turn up on a phone nigga we don't get no fuck
We got thirties in the cut we will fuck you up
We fuck you up, we will fuck you up
We got thirties in the cut we will fuck you up
We got thirties in the cut we will fuck you up
We got thirties in the cut we will fuck you up

[Verse 1:]
Thirties in the cut Fredo in the cut done
Pull up to the club shooting shit up
Pull up in that porsche knock the roof off
Red beam on this nose call 'em Rudolf
Bitches big soldiers, ye big soldiers
I done took over pull up in a white rover
Same colour coke drink whip it with the soda
Lil Dre and Fredo bitch we taking over
SOD bitch bitch CBI bitch bitch
Fresh as fuck riding through these street bitch
If a nigga talk he better know I'm packing
Ready for that acid kick the nigga off the traffic
We will fuck you up, fuck you up this is not a game
Hit a lick lick pop this is not a chain
I had to stack 20 racks in my fucking chain
Fredo tato soulja all these bitches know our name

[Hook:]
Turn up on a phone nigga we don't get no fuck
We get thirties in the cut we will fuck you up
Turn up on a phone nigga we don't get no fuck
We got thirties in the cut we will fuck you up
We fuck you up, we will fuck you up
We got thirties in the cut we will fuck you up
We got thirties in the cut we will fuck you up
We got thirties in the cut we will fuck you up

[Verse 2:]
Pull up to the club we get thirties up
I get real talk can shoot you up
We don't give a fuck we gold nuts
Been up in the field know I'm a touch
Acting all hard we blame it y'all
Got the thirty on me no lacking buck
Got you in the field it's a drill
Rolling off the pill this shit is real
Rolling off the molly while in the party
Pull off in a rarri shoot up the party
Now your man dead but bitch I'm sorry
Bitch I'm from Chyrack we go to hardies
You know how I rock bitch don't get popped
Rolling off the molly I smoke your top
Bitch I love to flex we run through cheques
Shoot you with this tec wide in your neck

[Hook:]
Turn up on a phone nigga we don't get no fuck
We get thirties in the cut we will fuck you up
Turn up on a phone nigga we don't get no fuck
We got thirties in the cut we will fuck you up
We fuck you up, we will fuck you up
We got thirties in the cut we will fuck you up
We got thirties in the cut we will fuck you up
We got thirties in the cut we will fuck you up

 

[fox69]

"Ugly"
(feat. Chief Keef, D.Flores SODMG)

"Ugly"
(feat. Chief Keef, D.Flores SODMG)



[Intro:]
Bang... Bang...
Bang... Bang...

[Hook:]
It ain't my fault this nigga bitch say she in love with me
I got calicoes with extra holes bitch don't fuck with me
Bitch I'm cooler than the coolest I swear my wrist lovely
I don't want her you can have her cause that bitch ugly
It ain't my fault this nigga bitch say she in love with me
I got calicoes with extra holes bitch don't fuck with me
Bitch I'm cooler than the coolest I swear my wrist lovely
I don't want her you can have her cause that bitch ugly

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Get ya bitch off me
My bitch lovely
I swear I don't want her cause ya bitch ugly
I throw so much money make that bitch hug me
Flexin and finessein make that bitch mug me
Pull up in a parking lot this shit ugly
But I'm pretty
Bitch ya'll saditty
The say I got Chicago locked bitch this my city
And I'm a B-D
From Wiccity
Thousands in my Robin jeans it ain't nothin
That bitch all on me cause she know I'm stuntin
But that bitch didn't want me when I had nothin
But she all on my dick cause I spend money

[Hook:]
It ain't my fault this nigga bitch say she in love with me
I got calicoes with extra holes bitch don't fuck with me
Bitch I'm cooler than the coolest I swear my wrist lovely
I don't want her you can have her cause that ugly
It ain't my fault this nigga bitch say she in love with me
I got calicoes with extra holes bitch don't fuck with me
Bitch I'm cooler than the coolest I swear my wrist lovely
I don't want her you can have her cause that ugly

[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
Me and Sosa doing numbers and we global with this shit
S.O.D.-G.B.E. we takin over with this shit
Don't come around me with that flagein cause my niggas with the shits
So many hoes man it's ugly in this shits
Spend so much money man that shit is ugly
I be flexin on them hoes but them bitches love me
I pull up in that foreign man that shit lovely
I be flexin so hard all them bitches on me
All this dope boy sawg you know how we do this shit
I pull up in True Religion and I'm kickin pimpin bitch
Yeah I'm kickin pimpin just to be specific
Me and Sosa got this gold like we win Olympics

[Hook:]
It ain't my fault this nigga bitch say she in love with me
I got calicoes with extra holes bitch don't fuck with me
Bitch I'm cooler than the coolest I swear my wrist lovely
I don't want her you can have her cause that ugly
It ain't my fault this nigga bitch say she in love with me
I got calicoes with extra holes bitch don't fuck with me
Bitch I'm cooler than the coolest I swear my wrist lovely
I don't want her you can have her cause that ugly bitch

[Verse 3: D. Flores]
2 Glock 40's, make 'em back flip
Flossing on my money, never had shit
Staring at my girl, she a bad bitch
Broke ass niggas, wish they had this
You showing out, but I'm showing in
You hurt my nigga, we in this bitch
I'm getting rich (money), there ain't no limit (no)
All you niggas talking, you can't get it
The side you tell, that's my tales
City storm, I hold it down
A hundred rounds, we so legit
SODMG, we in this bitch