Soulja Boy

[fox69]

"Vintage"

"Vintage"


Niggers say they want that beef
Agoff came in, strapped up
Laying niggers back up
Ballistics your back up
Better call for backup
Act tough
BZ got my back bro
Came in
Nigger like a navy seal
Keep it real
Niggers I'm up in that field
Like a fucking army man
Guns came from Pakistan
We came from Pakistan
Giving niggers bag hands
Street nigger's life bitches
We all sitting up twenty inches
And I shit on twenty eight
Life is great
And it may
Eat the cake
Nigger I
Take you niggers any day
Never gave a fuck
Cause my cake up
Wake up
Bake up
Nigger I ain't
With that fucking hating stuff
Fuck that
Positive
But I'm a lip
Twenty's whip
Got my money on my mind
I'm out of here
So fly
Need some fucking land to give
Understand
Agoff Is the fucking man in here
Never gave a fuck about the next man
Nigger I'm the best man
Agoff I'm the hit man
Leaning on that [?]
Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage
See I
Got a sign A
Get my money all day
Whip my nigger TAZ
Ain't no motherfucking freak
Rhymes for two time felon
That's may selling
Weed on the street
Still hustle just to eat
Fuck with me you defeat
Never see me on the floor
I get hit some niggers get murdered
Get some murder more
It's that real shit
Killer shit
Catch you up I'm real as shit
Pull you fucking eyes
Out your face
You be feeling shit
I don't give a fuck
Smoke some drone
Passed that row
Bitches want to fuck some more
She off that blow
She's a hoe
She going to suck me at the party
With the [?]
T some records in the club
And we not up here to fight
Just fuck a bitch
Swag out
Niggers out here mad about
Us balling out you just a fag out, a fag out
Pull you flag out
Bet it's pink
Have a drink
Bitch ass nigger
Can't get bitches
Cause his fucking breath stink
He's on where these hoes at
Nigger where the drones at
You ain't fresh bitch
Where your fly fresh clothes at?
You, looking broke rat
Looking like a broke bitch
We going to smoke some weed nigger
We don't roll up rich
Brand new
Feeling shit
Brand new
Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage
Brand new
Killer tick
Brand new
Illicit
Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage, new vintage
Hoe that new vintage
New vintage hoe
Brand new
Ocean gang
Millionaire
Ben D
Fen D
Gucci
Bitches want to fuck me
Suck me
Screw me
Cocaine on my card
Yeah she going to sniff it up
Suck on his dick girl
Yeah going to get it up
Squirt you
Work you
But I never hurt you
Yeah it's a clipping blood
Blood, cuts and raw moves
Yeah young Jesus
Niggers know where's ether
Add that X on the front
Bitch it's Tisa
Yeah slide you Visa
Yeah I'm like ether
Yeah I'm in the clouds yeah uh
But you see the cloud and the foreman
Sun of George Foreman
Good a grill good a meal
Yeah we be swarming
Yeah I'm that guy too
Yeah call me Tele View
Till your bitch went
She come in
To my view
Yeah it's the teeth that click
SODMG bitch
Meet Soulja Boy
We be getting to know [?]
Soulja, Soulja, Tisa, tat a
[?]
I'm his beat
I'm a slap her
Yeah, I do this shit
Tisa Gang
Ocean Gang
What the fuck you want to do?
Bitch sniffing that cocaine
Yeah goddamn I swag got a space
Man you're a fucking disgrace
Came in first place
Young Dre MCM briefcase
I got hit
Money in my pocket
[?]
Gold in my wallet
Treat you like a stocking
Hang you on that fucking wall
Death is what pick up a drone
So I won't pick up her calls
Every day I fucking ball
And I'm knocking pictures
Of your fucking wall
Young Soulja Boy
Met my swag
It's fantastic
Fuck your body
Dump your body
Of in Lake [?]
I'm live boy
It's nothing
I'm riding on a lama
All day stitching clear with the drum bro
They don't want their drama
Main they ride around with tats on them
Tisa Gang, Ocean Gang
We'll swarm them
I don't want to harm them
But I knock his head of his shoulder bro
Nigger catch an uppercut
Nigger catch a peak shot
Riding around my hood
Yeah you think it's the east coast
Fucking with the west coast
Hit his man girl with the best throw
Goddamn this Tisa gang splashing
Ocean Gang
Came out the water ready for the action
Nigger talk that shit
I'm still going to get it in
This is like a homicide
I'm about my dividends
Twenty two twelve
We ain't taking shit
Bro we taking it
Everywhere we hit the block
All that fucking cash we spent
Bitch is staring
Ocean Gang, Tisa Gang
All up in Paris
Goddamn don't give me that
Bitch I'm Karl Lager Field
Swaging with that fifty clip
Talking on that fucking ship
Punch you in your fucking lip
Oh God
Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage

 

[fox69]

"Waddup Wit It"

"Waddup Wit It"



Foreign everything nigga
I'm taking on

Alright, waddup with it
Waddup with it
Pull up to the club, Rover ticking
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
If you ain't got cash, then go and get it

Waddup with it
Waddup with it
Pull up to the club, Rover ticking
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
If you ain't got cash, then go and get it

Waddup with it
I don't smoke midget,
I be rolling kush
I keep this shit clean,
Keep this shit 300
Your girl want it,
I be balling
Like a copper Gatti,
Like the Rover Rrari
Call me yella shorty
Pull up with my Phantom, popping paparazzi
Money all in my wallet, Versace all on my nuggin'
Bitch I'm on my grind and you ain't on nothing
You niggas be hating but Soulja Boy be going now
Jay Z he told me I'm on now
I flex in the club with owner
Stacks on deck, bitch, we on up

Waddup with it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
If you ain't got cash, then go and get it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it

Hopping out my new thing
Rolling through the city
Big ass Phantom with a little ass skinny nigga
Know I got my shit tinted
Riding around with the pistol
Riding around my side of town
I'm swagged up, nigga in here
Smoking on this kush, I'm a ball to the day I fall
Rolex on my wrist and your girl, she keep calling
I woke up this morning and goddamn, I was balling
It's Soulja Boy for real, I'm guaping man, whatever you call it
I finish what I started, I be rolling hardest
When I fall off in the club, all the girls, they go retarded
Swagger, I'm so savage, all my niggas savages
All my niggas hit list, all my niggas a take your bitch

Waddup with it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
If you ain't got cash, then go and get it

Then go and get it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it

Bands, cash, racks
Swag, swag
Soulja
Soulja, Soulja
Soulja
Foreign
Everything foreign
SOD, SOD

 

[fox69]

"Wake n Bake"

"Wake n Bake"


This right here is my wake and bake song
I got a bad bitch right here I see her thong
She fine as a bitch I'm rich as a motherfucker
Riding through the rear hood switching gears
I be swerving lane left to right like a bitch
See this shit I be talk, and I know I'm the shit
Soulja boy tell 'em bitch I be flexin' on six car
Pull over 6 broads got them or go hard
Got them or go so motherfucking ham
On a track I go in like a motherfucking beat soldier
Soulja boy told 'em nigga let me off the leash
On a leash if you in and fire on this fucking beat
Stacks on deck bitch you see us in the street
When the game take heat, put a nigga to sleep
Like a nigga on his shoes knock 'em off of his feet
I be getting money in the morning you know what it be
My wake n bake [x3]
This is
My wake n bake [x3]
I wake up in the morning then I start rollin'
And then I start flyin
I wake up in the morning then I start rollin'

 

[fox69]

"Water Whippin'"

"Water Whippin'"



Bitch I'm water whippin, water whippin
Water whippin, bitch I'm water whippin
Bitch flyin down the highway, flexin with some gold chains
Tearin up my fuckin ring, 15 I got fuckin water whippin

I'm water whippin (bitch!), water whippin
Bitch I'm water whippin, I'm water whippin
10 trap spots, holding rocks in that foreign drop
Bitches in my fuckin clip, suckin at my fuckin chain

What? Water whippin, take off
On the block (what?)
In the kitchen (who?)
Niggas ridin with me (ridin)
Must be serious (Must be serious)
Foreign whip I'm ridin
Yea that's real foreign
Catch me stuntin, take off
Stay grindin, Soulja splash
Water whippin (Water whippin)
I got money (I got money)
I'm going swimming
Get money (cash out)
Swimming, bands bands
Turn up, bags bags bags
Pop Xan Xan Xan
Kick stand stand,
On codeine, on codeine
2 cups, true got fipes on freeze, on freeze
Sippin lean, sippin lean
Might trip, might trip
AK 47 as I water whip

Water whippin, water whippin (I'm gone)
Water whippin, water whippin
Flexin like a fish in a bottle in that new thing
50 on my fuckin ring
Tear this, I'm fuckin water whippin
Bitch water whippin
Pussy water whippin
That's me water whippin
What I'm doin?
I got a bad bitch with me as I ride straight got high
Got that hypnotized rules in the trap

Water whippin, water whippin (who?)
Got a ticket (what? Damn)
Call these convicts (where? Fuck em)
On these mid streets
I pull off flexin, take off
Bang 10, drag 10
I got 12 bad bitches and I'm switchin 30 racks
In the kitches they be kissin
My diamond glisten
My diamond glisten
Scarface mansions, I'm water whippin
Feeling good, I'm gone
On the hood, took off
Me is rich, let's get that understood, Soulja

I'm water whippin, water whippin
Keep them bricks, keep them bricks
Nigga took me swimming, you ain't shit
Pussy nigga, pussy
You will fetch this gold bracelet on my wrist
I be fuckin the red bottoms Versace kicks

Water whippin, water whippin
Water whippin, water whippin
Water whippin, water whippin
Water whippin, water whippin
I got 200 bands on me right now
When I walk inside the club, how knows?
I'm rockin wild

Water whippin, water whippin
Water whippin, water whippin
Got them brand new Jordans on my feet, I'm a big dog
Step inside the club
Bitch poppin just like real, Soulja

 

[fox69]

"Weed Shoes"

"Weed Shoes"


I just wanna smoke weed and buy shoes,
And do it fly guys do
I just wanna smoke weed and buy shoes,
And do it fly guys do
Stacks on there, there we straight, wake up everything
Get that cake
Stacks on there, there we straight, wake up everything
Get that cake

Back in don't need the cash to borrow but these days
Maserati and the murcielago, crash the benz ? couple another tomorrow
Or maybe get the ferrari 360 ? gallardo
You know I'm soulja, even bad?
Not too many ? that you can name ?
80 thousand... in the locker that was back then
I took off on them haters ain't a back since

I just wanna smoke weed and buy shoes,
And do it fly guys do
I just wanna smoke weed and buy shoes,
And do it fly guys do
Stacks on there, there we straight, wake up everything
Get that cake
Stacks on there, there we straight, wake up everything
Get that cake

Well check the mix tape ? I'm on fire man

Just caught the ? bottom from iron man
.. scoop the chick real quick she like the tires man
She be ? for the ? supplier man
New kicks new t, I dress proper man
Ask her if she got them, and she said that she forgot her man
He did what? tell them that I'm not a fan, soulja proper ?
And yeah I got a lot of fans, everythang goes from ? to the malibu
We can go east stay chilling on south ?
And if you wanna go you can be with me
Smoke weed play 360,
Everywhere I go you could take... with me
Over seas man you can take that trip with me
Make a stop in flight club... kicks with me
Inhale till the bag's empty

I just wanna smoke weed and buy shoes,
And do it fly guys do
I just wanna smoke weed and buy shoes,
And do it fly guys do
Stacks on there, there we straight, wake up everything
Get that cake
Stacks on there, there we straight, wake up everything
Get that cake [x2]

 

[fox69]

"What up"

"What up"



Oh yea right now
King Soulja
Yea, King Soulja
Uh
Ride

What up, what up, what up, what up, what up, yeah yeah yeah
Say what up, what up, what up, what up, what up
What up, what up, what up, what up, what up, turn up, yeah
What up, what up, what up, what up, what up, they play, yeah

Word around town I've been getting it,
I've been getting it, yeah, turn up
Word around town I've been getting it,
I've been getting it
I've been getting it, ah, yeah,
What up, what up, what up, what up, yea yea yea yea yea yea yea

I hop out, so fresh, Michael Jordan on my chest
Gold Versace chain, chain, chain, cheech & chain
I been flexing hard
I got dollars, yeah I pop collars, and I pop bottles
I just won a game, flexing through the hood
Everybody know my name, Soulja
Rich Gang Soulja Boy, bitch I'm fire flame
Shouts out Birdman, touch down with them thangs, you know

What up, what up, what up, what up, yeah
What up, what up, what up, what up, yeah
Word around town, I'm getting it, getting, I'm getting it
Hey what you talking bout?
Word around town that your boy been getting it, Soulja, Soulja, Soulja
What up, what up, what up, what up
Soulja, Soulja

 

[fox69]

"Who Dat Boy"

"Who Dat Boy"


[Hook: x2]
Who dat boy that say that Soulja don't make the hits?
Who dat boy that say that Soulja don't make hits?
Who dat boy that say that Soulja don't make the hits?
Who dat boy that say that Soulja don't make hits?

[Verse 1:]
Who dat boy that say that Soulja don't make the hits?
Who dat boy that say that Soulja don't flip the bricks?
Who dat boy that say the Rolex ain't on my wrist?
Who dat boy that say they swaggin like this?
Who dat girl that say she don't wanna fuck the clique?
Who dat boy that say she don't wanna suck dick?
Who dat bitch that say she don't knew them but go a dick
Who dat bitch that wanna come and get a hold of shit?
Who dat boy that flexin drop top Lambos and shit?
Who dat boy that drop 2-50 on the Bentley shit?
Who dat boy that going parties all up in the clique?
Who dat boy that got the street sayin SOD?

[Hook: x2]
Who dat boy that say that Soulja don't make the hits?
Who dat boy that say that Soulja don't make hits?
Who dat boy that say that Soulja don't make the hits?
Who dat boy that say that Soulja don't make hits?

[Verse 2:]
Okay yo money low then get it up
My style switchin, had to switch it up
I go hard, I go HAM
I pull up, my door slam
I get money in a traffic jam
What the fuck a hater throw?
100K in one day, fuck a nigga in a draw
I ain't never seen a drought
Thick rolls by the large amount
Bad bitches up on my columns
Versace sheets up in my house
I go hard, I go fair
I go in, I go ehh
Soulja Boy, I pull bands
I pull racks, I got cash
Swag up, who dat boy that said they wanna stup to me
AK 47, cook his head with no recipe
Put that boy to sleep, 6 feet deep, playin with the O
Got the whole squad ready to go smash his ho
Flexin hard, who dat boy that said they wanna see me?
I want my Benjamin Franklins and everything around me
100K in diamonds, 100K in gold
Who dat boy that said they wanted with me?

[Hook: x2]
Who dat boy that say that Soulja don't make the hits?
Who dat boy that say that Soulja don't make hits?
Who dat boy that say that Soulja don't make the hits?
Who dat boy that say that Soulja don't make hits?

 

[fox69]

"Whole Lotta"

"Whole Lotta"


[Hook x3:]
Whole lotta' money whole lottta' guns
Whole lotta' money whole lotta' guns
Whole lotta' money whole lotta' guns
All we do is shoot guns for fun

Whole lotta' money, whole lotta' guns
Whole lotta' choppers with them drums
New crib new car, brand new fronts
I got my money up AK-47 split your tummy up
We get money bruh, all them niggas looking bummy bruh
What the fuck, pull up in a panorama, gucci bandana
Whole lotta' motherfucking rakcs, they like I dare him
I got 30 k in my robin jeans, with that ruger
Automatic uzi toting guns and I'm toting em cooler
50 k one day flexing versace medusa
Clip up, in my pocket as long as a ruler
Ak 47 mac eleven bruh I dare to blast it
Make a nigga dissapear, like I know magic
Damnit its tragic, sipping and whipping I blast it
Putting your bodies in caskets
Solja boy tell em, all about racks
Grind for holics trap-a-holic I got you some K in the back
Running in do's like a replay, I run em for flat

[Hook]

Whole lotta' punds whole lotta' O's
Whole lotta' cars that I closed
Im a young rich nigga so I'm riding around doing a whole lotta' shows
Got a whole lotta' chains, whole lotta' rings whole lotta' gold
Whole lotta' pots, whole lotta' guns, whole lotta' holes
Whole lotta' O's sold at the show with the fo', kick in ya motherfucking do'
Everybody on the flo', M16'll make a whole lotta' hoes
Calleda t the jewler, bring a whole lotta' mo'
We got a lil' gold, we gon' get alot of mo'
50 on the flo' by the air 50 mo', hundred k man this is how we roll
Shoutout to the squad shoutout to the game yeah we all on a roll
And my shooters on go, got stacks on deck
Got money infront of me, and in the right in the left
Riding in the jet, flex and finesse with a chick
Riding around with a cuban on my neck
Ywah you know, all my niggas are into the shit
Got a whole lotta' hoes got a whole lotta' shoes got a whole lotta' everything
Got a whole lotta' lean got a whole lotta' molly got a whole lotta' mary jane

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Whoop Rico"
(feat. Show Stoppas)

"Whoop Rico"
(feat. Show Stoppas)


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 [x4]

Whoop rico and break his neck.
Whoop rico and break his neck.
Whoop rico. Whoop rico. Whoop rico and break his neck [x2]

[Boss:]
Go step to my battle field.
Where my niggas come from.
All we know is kill bill. 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.
I'm a knock yo ass down like the black Jackie chan.
The squad ain't loosing. These bitches keep choosing.
And that's why (ay, ay).

[Smurf:]
Let me get em. Man I gotta hit the flo.
Step into my fighting stand. And then I crank that rambo.
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 becomin stupid fast. 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 [x4]

Whoop rico and break his neck.
Whoop rico and break his neck.
Whoop rico. Whoop rico. Whoop rico and break his neck [x2]

[Mike Dingo:]
Ay. They love to see me move.
Me and my whole crew.
Cause 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 ass
Like my name was Billy blanks.
This left a leave ya.
Then my dance, we crucial like brutality.
We leave ya'll whole click stuck. Like we stole the d**n scene.

[Trez:]
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.
Cause 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 [x4]

Whoop rico and break his neck.
Whoop rico and break his neck.
Whoop rico. Whoop rico. Whoop rico and break his neck [x2]

[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 [x6]

When we start dancing. What we do. We hurt they feelings [x2]

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 [x2]

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)

 

[fox69]

"Wit My Yums On"

"Wit My Yums On"


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

[Chorus]
Rubberband chain on my neck (wit my yums on)
Screamin out stacks on deck (wit my yums on)
Cashin dem $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 cant get like me
Im 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 dem $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, its full of fruity colors, fruity flavors, it look crazy
Im so busy, you so lazy
Im 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 its jus the grand, thats how we do
Yums is my choose of shoes and these how you supposed to rock a candy pant wit a candy hat
Im 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 dem $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, im 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 cant 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 dem $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]