Soulja Boy

[fox69]

"Mr. Miyagi"

"Mr. Miyagi"


[Intro:]
Whip whip whip whip
Whip whip whip whip
Whip whip whip

[Verse 1:]
Standin in the kitchen and I'm whippin up my wrist
Tattoos on my neck, tattoos on my chest
Ridin through the hood and I feel like I'm the best
My plug hit my phone and he bout to bring the rest
Ridin in the hood and you know that I finesse
Forgiato rims so you know a nigga flex
Bad yellow bone bitch, she say she want Soulja Boy
Ridin in that Rover boy, with that baking soda boy
Everybody know that SB gon cash out everything
Spend inside the mall and my jeweler give me every chain
Every ring, everything, Versace on my chain
I be getting that snow, every night you know I make it rain

[Hook: x2]
Mr Miyagi, Mr Miyagi, Mr Miyagi (wax on, wax off)
Mr Miyagi, Mr Miyagi, Mr Miyagi (wax on, wax off)
Mr Miyagi, Mr Miyagi, Mr Miyagi (wax on, wax off)
Mr Miyagi, Mr Miyagi, Mr Miyagi (wax on, wax off)

[Verse 2:]
Call up my plug, tell em bring me that lean
I be promethazinin and I'm leanin on codeine
All these activist bricks, you really watchin me?
Niggas watchin me but I be steady flickin
I be steady juggin shit, I get everything for free
Millionaire status even when I'm in the street
Diamond chain on my neck that cost me 30 keys
Young Dre, I got bitches all overseas

 

[fox69]

"Mucho Guapo Pronto"

"Mucho Guapo Pronto"


Soulja, check out my neck
Look at my watch yeah
Soulja, king Soulja
I got all this money, all this money
Lets go

[Hook:]
Mucho Guapo pronto, Mucho Guapo pronto
Mucho Guapo pronto, Mucho Guapo pronto
Hunnids' to my back, hunnid' tickets this is nachos
Hunnid's in the front, cheese that is grumpy
Mucho Guapo pronto, Mucho Guapo pronto
Mucho Guapo pronto, Mucho Guapo pronto
Hunnids to my back, hunnids to my face

I just bought a chopper, Mucho Bullets pronto
I just fucked a doctor, they ain't mad at me though
I get number gwap, Mucho Guapo Pronto
Pull up on your block, and my shooters unload
Pharoahe pharoahe [?], bitches by the tumblr
Running like a NFL, and I run from em
Shooters on the 'parell, from here and san diego
Tear it down with the pack then I'm making pesos
Touch down with the ratchnet now they nigga fake though
Mucho guapo pronto, bad bitch tolonto
I was in Brazil some of marijuana from her
Running with that sac I can get it crushed apart

[Hook]

Mucho guapo pronto, I'm the boss head honto
Walking to their house, all you see is nothing but hunnid's though
30 with extendos, play you like nintendo
I finesse em out the check blow em like a window
AK-47's with alot of clips
Riding around in the jet and I see nasty hoes
I got hunnid's to my left and hunnid's to my right
I got lean on lean I'm pouring up much money
Mucho guapo pronto, mucho leaning nachos
I got extra tropic pouring trees on my taco
Ak soulja guapo, money in my pockets
Take it off on a jet like its all rocky
In the air I finesse money out your pockets
Mucho boy stop, you ain't got it locked
Riding round on a 'jane know I got it
Bang bang fire flame mucho guapo

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Murder"
(feat. Trav)

"Murder"
(feat. Trav)



[Intro:]
Rich Gang!
Cash
Billionaires, loyalty, family
That's what we believe in, you know wuh I mean?
I never turn on my team
Killin niggas
That nigga too dizzy!

[Hook 1:]
Man fuck these niggas (fuck em!)
Cause I got that gwap (gwap)
Big ass mansion (mansion)
Call me non-stop (stop)
A kilo – that's a thousand and 8 grams
Soulja Boy tell em, he been going HAM
I been killin niggas – murder, murder
I been murkin niggas – murder, murder (damn)
I been killin shit - murder, murder (damn)
I been murkin niggas – murder, murder

[Verse 1:]
One ounce, 28 grams
16 ounce – that's a pound of ham (leggo)
Yuh, lean with Xanax
Yuh, I'll murk yo man (damn)
Lean like kick stand (damn)
30K fo a brick (bam bam)
A key for a lick (lick)
Man, I might take a trip (a trip)
Soulja Boy got the zips (zips)
Think about it, make it flip (it flip)
AK-47 (damn)
Yea, that'll make you flip
Aye, I'm overseas
That 30 is on my hip
I swear to God I won't slip
The police call them niggas dip (take off)
I'm SB, I'm big boss
I'm GD, I'm Rich Gang
I'm OG, tatted in my face
I'm swagged up, out the frame
I'm outta space, took a case
I be the case, niggas hatin
They really fake, I hit the block with a 38
What's really happenin?
All my niggas savage
All my niggas trappin
Swear to God he'll let you have it
Sosa out, we throwin crazy
38, I whip the baby
Pull up in a 20-13
All black Mercedes

[Hook 2:]
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Murder (yea)
Murder (yea)
Murder (yea)
Murder (damn)
Murder

[Verse 2:]
This the judgment but I got that jug all on my hip
I'm off the purp with that lean
And I'm just thuggin out this bitch
FM with that 30 click, 30-30 riffle
Got bout 30 dirty niggas with me – they gon do what I do
They gon do what I say
Shoot when I say shoot nigga
All I keep is 8's on me
Thick my hunted suit nigga
Point a finger – poof nigga
Pow – David Copperfield
I'll die before I go broke
Don't wanna know how that feels (nah)
Soulja with me
I'm a soldier, champ, a savage nigga (Soulja!)
Run up on you fast, automatic nigga (brap)
The talk tough, they don't want no static nigga (brap)
Bitch made nigga – that's a faggot nigga

[Bridge:]
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Yea

[Hook 3:]
I been killin shit - murder, murder
I been murkin niggas – murder, murder
I been killin shit - murder, murder
I been killin shit - murder, murder

 

[fox69]

"My City"

"My City"


[Chorus:]
Welcome to my city, bring you to my city
Let you ride around my city, I can
Show you 'round my city, welcome to my city
Bring you to my city, I can show you round my city
That's my city
Welcome to my city, this my city [x2]
Let you ride around my city
Show you 'round my city, let me bring you to my city
I'm that nigga

[Verse 1:]
We sip lean in my city
We smoke weed in my city, I'm that nigga
I let them dream in my city
You do it big, I do it bigger
I can you bring you to my city, I can show you all the spots
Let you come and kick it
We can post up on my block
I can put you on babe, loud pack the strong way
Zone 1 to zone 3
I can bring you to my city
I can show you double digits, I'm that nigga
Double cup with my swisher
We can take a priceless picture in my city, this my city
Welcome to my city, you gon' love it in my city
Come and kick it with me
Bring you to my city, I can show you how we get it
Welcome to my city

[Chorus:]
Welcome to my city, bring you to my city
Let you ride around my city, I can
Show you 'round my city, welcome to my city
Bring you to my city, I can show you round my city
That's my city
Welcome to my city, this my city [x2]
Let me ride you round my city
Show you 'round my city, let me bring you to my city
I'm that nigga

[Verse 2:]
Bring you to my city, and show you how we rock
Bring you to my city, and have fun all night
And you asking
About where I hang, about where I be at
I be doing my thing, my thing
My Thing
Show you how we ball
Take you to the mall, money stacking tall
Fuck what the bling cost, shawty said she quiet in the club
About to take a ring home
Come and join the team dog
Everyday we ball, like we in a arena
Zan with the lean bruh, shit you never seen bruh
True religion jeans bruh

[Chorus:]
Welcome to my city, bring you to my city
Let you ride around my city, I can
Show you 'round my city, welcome to my city
Bring you to my city, I can show you round my city
That's my city
Welcome to my city, this my city [x2]
Let me ride you 'round my city
Show you 'round my city, let me bring you to my city
I'm that nigga

 

[fox69]

"My Niggaz"

"My Niggaz"


[Hook:]
Shout out to my niggaz [x8]
We gon' tear this bitch up [x4]
Shout out to my niggaz [x4]

[Verse 1:]
Shout out to my niggaz, shout out to my killers
Got that pistol on me and don't try I pull the trigger
Let a nigga dis me I can't remember, damn
Riding through the hood and it's froze like December
Merry Christmas, I brought the Christmas tree
Rolling up this fucking dope man I'm higher than the streets
Merry Christmas, I brought the kusha tree
Man I'm rolling on this dope it got me higher sixth street
Man I'm riding through some say and er'body know bout me
Shout out to my niggaz, we be getting figures
Bitch you know we killers, nr. 1 drillers
Riding through that hood and gon' feel like a million

[Hook:]
Shout out to my niggaz [x8]
We gon' tear this bitch up [x4]
Shout out to my niggaz [x4]

[Verse 2:]
Shout out to my niggaz that's taking care of their kids
Shout out to my niggaz that know that they the shit
Shout out to my niggaz that don't take no shit from no pigs
Shout out to my niggaz that they ain't never fucking snitched
'Cause I be riding, driving, riding around supplying
Got a layer in my pocket, if I ain't travelling then I'm lying
I be riding, flying, riding around supplying
Got a layer in my pocket, if I ain't travelling then I'm lying
No lie, I'm fly, I bought a pound and got high
I'm riding around in this spaceship seeing niggaz in the sky
You pussy niggaz is broke and all my niggaz is rich
First I shot that nigga and then I fucked his bitch

[Hook:]
Shout out to my niggaz [x8]
We gon' tear this bitch up [x4]
Shout out to my niggaz [x4]

 

[fox69]

"New Coupes"

"New Coupes"


[Hook - Soulja Boy:]
Boy I trap hard, flex new coupes
Boy I'm big Soulja, who the fuck is you?
See my trap boys they be on the news
I be cashin' out on designer shoes
Droptop Benz boy new coupe
I'm big Soulja who the fuck is you?
And my trap boys they be on the news
I be cashin' out on designer shoes

[Verse 1 - Soulja Boy:]
Boy I go hard ridin' new coupes
I am King Soulja who the fuck is you?
See my young niggas they be on the news
Saw me up in traffic he ain't know what to do
Had a 30 on me, long as a bitch
You ain't gotta ask boy I tote the clips
If you try me, put you in a ditch
I be makin' money like I'm Mitch
These niggas bitch made they really snitch
Ridin' thru the hood, 30 on my hip
Run up on me boy I got that FN
Run up on me boy and you won't talk again

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Soulja Boy:]
I got 50 bricks in my fuckin' stash
Free my nigga Zell, free Kwony Cash
I take them chickens, make 'em take a bath
He say he wanna split it down to half
I need 80 plus and fuck the math
I cash out, I don't do the tab
2015 Tesla I do the dash
Ridin' thru the hood and you know I smash
TV screen lookin' like an iPad
Ridin' round town with like 9 grats
Run up on me wrong boy I'm a blast
And your baby momma, you know I smashed
Ridin' thru the hood smellin' like gas
Pourin' up lean, and I'm countin' cash
Got a bad bitch with a fat ass
Boy I trap hard, boy I count cash
Broad day pistols, tools they blast
Money on me, boy I got a bag
Boy I check a flag like I check a bag
SODMG, we runnin' it
Run up on me wrong I'm a spray ya flat
Choppa hit ya front, lay you on your back
Run up on ya house you get kidnapped
All I need is 9 but this Tec's mad
100k, that be in one day
I just hit a lick for like 60 ki's
They call me young Pablo E
Blowin' on dope, with no seeds
Run up on me wrong you get RIP'd
With my young shooters and they totin' heat
Big ass gun knock you off your feet
I'm a trap hard til I rest in peace

 

[fox69]

"New Porsche"

"New Porsche"


[Intro:]
New Porsche, new Porsche
New Porsche, new Porsche
New Porsche, new Porsche
Fuck nigga
It's Soulja baby

[Hook: x2]
New Porsche, new Porsche
New Porsche, new Porsche
I just bought a new Porsche
I'm ridin in a new Porsche

[Verse 1:]
Nigga I just bought a new Porsche
Slidin on you fuck niggas
Can a panorama all you fuck niggas
Brand new Cuban link just to match the paint
Slidin in the Porsche and you know I'm high
Young nigga faded cause I'm getting money
Fuck niggas lookin at me and them niggas stuntin
Fuck niggas lookin at me cause I'm getting money
Slidin in the Porsche and it hit me, felt like 100
100 digit dash I'm gon crash, nigga that race
Ridin in a Panamera and I'm out of space
Young nigga getting bands, getting cash
Young nigga in a new Porsche got swag

[Hook:]
New Porsche, new Porsche
New Porsche, new Porsche
I just bought a new Porsche
I'm ridin in a new Porsche
New Porsche, new Porsche
New Porsche, new Porsche
I just bought a new Porsche
I'm slidin in a new Porsche

New Porsche, new Porsche [x6]

I just bought a new Porsche
I'm ridin in a new Porsche

[Verse 2:]
Pull up in a new Porsche, hoes in the damn back
Hoes having a heart attack cause I got like 50 stacks
Standin in the VIP and I bought like 20 racks
And I'm in the VIP but I'm bout this to the max
Never turn down nigga, turn down for what?
Bought a new Porsche, I'm a cop the Porsche truck
Bad ass bitch and I know she wanna fuck
SOD Money Gang, bitches know wussup
These bitches love Soulja, I pull up in a Rover
Pull up in a Porsche followed by that Bentley Boller
Young Dre, I'm getting money, man I'm taking over
King Dre, SOD, Money Gang, 2014

[Hook:]
New Porsche, new Porsche
New Porsche, new Porsche
I just bought a new Porsche
I'm ridin in a new Porsche
New Porsche, new Porsche
New Porsche, new Porsche
I just bought a new Porsche
I'm stuntin in a new Porsche

New Porsche, new Porsche [x6]

I just bought a new Porsche
I'm ridin in a new Porsche

 

[fox69]

"No Game"

"No Game"


[Intro:]
Foreign 2
Ball!
Soulja, Soulja
Soulja, Soulja

[Verse 1:]
Don't play boy (Playboy)
I'm a spray boy
Pull my young niggas up, all day boy (all day boy)
MK boy (MK boy)
Keep em spray boy (Keep em spray boy)
Then I play boy (Then I play boy)
Real boy, real boy
Tolt that steel (Tolt that steel)
Bump the heel (up that hill)
Get yo head blowed off in the field boy
But for real boy (fore real)
Got the grill boy (Got the grill boy)
Niggas actin fake, man you ain't real boy (you ain't real boy)
I'm Dre though (I'm Dre though)
I don't play though (I don't play though)
Catch me in the cut like Fredo
(Ball, ball)
Soulja get the cash all day doin
Got house from LA to San Diego
(Let's get it)

[Verse 2:]
Don't play ho (play ho)
I'm a spray you ho
(Ball, ball)
Empty out the clip all day ho
30's in the cut, we'll spray ho
Soulja, Soulja
Soulja Boy my name but I don't play fool
Smoking on that kush got me stuck, fool
Sippin on that lean got me movin slow
Shout out Trap Boy, yea that's gun loaded
Trap Boy
SOD Mob, yea we gon blow
Ha boy?

[Hook:]
These niggas playin, why they playin with me?
These niggas playin, why they playin with me?
These niggas shit right here is now they mean I'm playin
These niggas be shit right here
Is nah, they be complainin
These niggas playin, why they playin with me?
These niggas playin, why they playin with me?
This shit right here is not a game
This shit right here is not a game

[Outro:]
SOD, Rich Gang, Dre

 

[fox69]

"No Goons"

"No Goons"


[Intro:]
Yuh
Aye man
Fredo roll that dough boy
Roll it up!
Crew!
Ball out
Pass me the mollies
Aye Sean turn up man
Aye turn up man

[Bridge:]
Ay, okay!
Ay, Ay
Ay (turn up)
Ay, okay
Ay, what? Okay

[Hook:]
I I I don't need a goon
Soulja gon do the shootin
Yea!
Bad ass bitch and she rollin the cookies
We do it!
I don't need a goon, Soulja gon do the shootin
We do it!
Bad ass bitch and she rollin the cookies

[Verse 1:]
They say Soulja – he a G
Everybody know bout me
Come to west side, that's my street
We BD, we GD (turn up)
All my niggas on that street
They a knock you off yo feet
Put a million on my wrist
Put 200, MIT
I'm the man, I got the plan
I pull up with bags and bands
I'm leanin like a motorcycle
Leanin like a kick stand
Catch me in the local party
Man I'm makin it rain bands
You go broke, try to stunt
Like the Soulja Boy do it
Rollin dope, pop the molly
It ain't nothing in this party
SOD, Soulja be
Man we all about that beat
Poppin pills and marijuana
I gotta be up in the street
I'm non-stop, every day
And I put that on my set (turn up)

[Hook:]
I I I don't need a goon
Soulja gon do the shootin
Yea!
Bad ass bitch and she rollin the cookies
Roll up!
I don't need a goon, Soulja gon do the shootin
Fuck em!
Bad ass bitch and she rollin the cookies

[Verse 2:]
Man I do this every day
I'm a savage just like Tre (SOD)
Posted in the A,
With a stupid big AK
Man we do this all the time
Ain't even gotta rhyme
Catch me in my hood and I'm stackin $ signs
Aye! I swear to God
Dog that my life's a movie
Why a nigga goon with Soulja totin the uzzi
I be up on the block and shit can't get realer
I'm overseas and believes they know I'm that nigga (Soulja)
They say Soulja Boy got his money up (money up)
Nigga knock down if he runnin up
Get yo cash now and we stack it up (stack it up)
Got a lot of big stacks, man I throw you up (throw you up)

[Hook:]
I I I don't need a goon
Soulja gon do the shootin
Gah!
Bad ass bitch and she rollin the cookies
Do it!
I don't need a goon, Soulja gon do the shootin (the shootin
Bad ass bitch and she rollin the cookies

[Outro:]
Soulja, Soulja
Soulja, Soulja
Team Soulja
Oh
Ay! Ay! Ay!

 

[fox69]

"No Hook"

"No Hook"


[Intro:]
Soulja boy on the beat, Soulja, yeah
No hook man, Soulja boy on the beat, squad uh

[Verse:]
Made 100k in a week,
Soulja get money in his sleep, turn up
Buy a QP, a QP, pull up
I stay high like who are we? Drink up
Rich Gang Soulja boy, yeah I be countin stacks
Pull up in that Bentley, yeah it be black on black
Flexin in that Jaguar, flexin in that fast car
Going so fast like a NASCAR
Out of space swagger, came with that raff pyro and polo
Riding round the city I be solo, Soulja
Sippin on that lean and it got me moving slow mo
Riding through the hood and you know I get the dolo
Boys will kick your door door for the lolo and the 44's
Soulja get the dolo, Soulja get the kush mon
Guapaholic shawty, yellow diamond pull up in a rarri
Pull up to the party with them bottles of Bacardi
Turnt up to the max, turnt up to the max
Walk inside the club, I don't know how to act
Rich Gang, stacks on deck, Money Gang
Versace in my rang, Hermes in my chain
Gold chain gold ring, I'm in love with designer
Riding through the city, nigga you can't find us
Sippin on that syrup, smoking on that herb
SOD black rose piff 100 on the courts, Soulja
Pull up and I'm bustin all these bricks up out to wrap
Ak 47 in the case I have to blast
SOD Gang, getting cash like this every day
Beat the cake and you make, whip a brick in your face
Riding through the hood, west side zone 1
Let's get that understood, Soulja
Sip some Rose, my projects, that's why I grew up
Riding through the city and I'm flexin by 2 oh, Soulja
Gwap out the roof, Soulja,
Drop the Bentley cooper, splash
Soulja got the juice, squad,
Plugs up right now, 50 bricks in the roof
Young Soulja Boy cash out, I'm a ball
50 on my name, 10 in the wall
Gucci on my draws, all the bad bitches staring at Lil Dre
Riding through the hood, I put that Lambo in they face
Word through the city Soulja Boy been getting cake, mula
Slick Rick The Ruler, shout out to my jeweler, turn up
Bitch I be deeper than a scuba
Riding with that ruger,
Young ass beezy, it's Dre, it's Soulja
Jet black Mercedes, driving like I'm crazy.