Soulja Boy - Ocean Gang | Текст песни

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• Soulja Boy
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Bitch ass niggers talking
Soulja boy gonna go an kill them
Real talk bitch show me the millions
Money packing to the ceiling
Throw that shit above the building
Real talk I’m gonna get it
S O D we smoke that crunny
You bitches rolling midgets
Pussy boys don’t want cause I own it
Lamas want it, bitch I’m standing in the crazin
And you know they’re not so brave
Bitch I’m standing in the A,
And I post upon the block, a hundred million like a copper
God damn,I need a guap.A nigga falling out my pocket
It’s the hundreds and the cash, I’m post upon the block
200 hundred cash in bags I put the stash I rash
I go ham on cash you niggers know my name
You bitches know it’s not a game
Real talk I fly them hoes, the same old
Gucci purple yellow mane gold like ill ill
We can’t go swag out the ass I pass by the dash
Say 200 and 40 look at the performance
Lil Drey go go ham, the door slam
No nigger know I’m pulling racks
Got money later across the floor …
We count money,we gets it in,we swag,yo,Tarantin. you talk shit, you get ill
With the whole club, it’s on me,
That’s on him, the whole squad.SOD,we on the job,real talk, we do it big,we getting in,does it big?
Nigga.Im,Im sold out, shows all across the fucking world
Fucking with that baby girl, …
S Beezy on top, everybody knows that
Pop your bitch ass quick like a down Prozac
Everybody know me, swag,swag,swag OD
I’ma keep on going ham,
All niggers gonna hate me
Y’all niggers gonna face me,
No one can replace me
Soulja Boy I’m on top, I smoke purple and go crazy
Lil Drey aka am I the one boy? real talk I’m on 2, real talk I’m on 3
Aka a pack bag, I real like Im zone 3
And zone 1 zone 6 we talk bricks you talk sticks
We talk cloose hit a nigger with the whole thang
I go bang, I will swang, out the front
All bumping, out the frame
Shouts out to Memphis, shouts out to zone 1
Shouts out to SamSam roll god damn we own now
Lil drey I’m so proud
Rolling that down loud
I blow the damn hoes, she take off her clothes
I am the shit if you hate nigger face it
Yellow diamond watch ear ring and the bracelet
God damn I’m so own I feel like I’m so high
Post up above the clouds like I am a satellite
God damn we’re on the night
In the club, vip, so I see the u out,I leave the club like god damn
Should have called a driver
Supply the lane, supply the purp
Supply the king, I’m a thing for Louie Vuitton
God damn, I’m a don rip hard from zone one
If u dont suck the whole click than stupid bitches no fun
Real talk I’m a prophet, money falling down the pocket
Louie Vuitton Wiley, god damn I’m high bitch
God damn I’m in the cockpit, on a g5 and the damn clouds
God damn I’m all loud, lil drey so proud
Rapping for the damn team SOD,OMG
God damn we her bro, real talk we’re on us
We’re everywhere you wanna be but you can’t have that
Get back you rick bitch, sod be savage
Hit your ass with the whole clip, pull up on the whole strip
All you see is Lambos,exotic cars and 4 wheels
All you see is cash, all you see is swag
All you see is Louis Vuitton and limited bags
All you see is real ass niggers that’s talking cash
All you see is motherfucking 4 tanks of gas
Lambos, audisens, all of that shit
Pull up to the strip with them hoes on the dick
They saying damn drey, you didn’t blew up like a hoe
I feel like a real pimp when I’m talking to a hoe
I feel like hundred bricks, I feel like a hundred lips
I feel like a player and a mayor took a hundred trees
I feel like a prophet bitch with money in my pocket bitch
I feel like a missle whats the issue? yeah I rock it bitch
I took out with no help,hoe,Im self made,Im self paid,
A 100 mil fo real,you got that gayo from the yayo,from the southside to M E YAYO bitch we player, sod so greater,
Out living all the haters
Nigger my bag against the wall with the pistol
And I’ma pop till they get the fuck out my way
And I pop, I g

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