Soulja Boy - Tear It Up | Текст песни

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Blast gang in this mother f-cka
Money, power,
You already know!
Tell my friends that the wait is over
Blast gang, bitch we’re taking over!
… little Dre a.k.a Souljaa
So much money in my pockets, bitch I thought I told ya!
Blast! now blast gang on the beast mode
Right pockets On C notes
Got a luck form the west to the east coast
Swisher sweet and the kush, that’s how we smoke
I hit the mall spit the g today
Cash down like I ain’t need ta cake…
Niggas talking like beezy fake
Trying to count my pockets like what beezy ate
It’s not a question if I’m strap mane
Fifteen when I dove in the rap game
Two straps cocked back like Max Payne
Niggas ask me what’s the word, bitch its blast gang!!

[Chorus:]
Gonna tear it up
Yeah boy, I’m gonna tear it up
Yeah boy, I’m gonna tear it up
Gonna tear it up
Yeah, boy I’m gonna tear it up
Yeah boy, I’m gonna tear it up
Bitch we gonna tear it up
Yeah, boy I’m gonna tear it up
Yeah boy, I’m gonna tear it up
Yeah we gonna tear it up

My snap back on some customs shit
These other niggas on some busta shit!
I swear I’m broke, nigga make me sick
This why a nigga so arrogant
And they couldn’t find a residence
Got a young nigga feeling like the president
Every time I drop, them niggas copy me
I swear to God them niggas watching me!
I ain’t a doe so Why they knocking me
On everything I love ain’t no stopping me
Yeah,Blast gang gettin’ paid still I might
Chill and blow a L with Yunq Eill
..I don’t spin like windmills
My record label spill bout ten mil…
When the smoke clears, the young nigga still here
Blast gang, in ya damn ear!

[Chorus:]
Gonna tear it up
Yeah boy, I’m gonna tear it up
Yeah boy, I’m gonna tear it up
Gonna tear it up
Yeah, boy I’m gonna tear it up
Yeah boy, I’m gonna tear it up
Bitch we gonna tear it up
Yeah, boy I’m gonna tear it up
Yeah boy, I’m gonna tear it up
Yeah we gonna tear it up

I heard em talkin’ Soulja Boy a flashy nigga,
But keep your mouth closed if you’re talkin’ bitch
Comfortable vehicles bitch just to match my figures
And the blast gang still blastin’ niggas
To the eddy that’s how fast the new Audi go…
Linen blu diamonds like Mario
Homie, bitch hoes I ain’t want the hoe…
The world is mine, bitch I want to glow!
Haters access get denied
On a red carpet, no court recri
All these rappers made me laugh looking hella tired …
Then this morning I got hella fried…
Said a prayer and I got back to the dollar sign
I got hella thoughts in my mind
Like forty million that I can’t touch
Any place, any time, nigga and what!

[Chorus:]
Gonna tear it up
Yeah boy, I’m gonna tear it up
Yeah boy, I’m gonna tear it up
Gonna tear it up
Yeah, boy I’m gonna tear it up
Yeah boy, I’m gonna tear it up
Bitch we gonna tear it up
Yeah, boy I’m gonna tear it up
Yeah boy, I’m gonna tear it up
Yeah we gonna tear it up

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