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Yeah hoe Yeah hoe Yeah hoe Soulja Boy over all our ball hard after all Goddamn you Little Dre, my tie shine like Omaha Fuck what you talking about? Now made that pills that come up off Word around town Twenty two in a fucking drought Little Dre chain me Instead of whipping Nigger you ain't daisy Not Smith & Western Cutthroat niggers all about their dollar bill Getting money I could kill this That's how the fuck you feel? Rap through my hood feeling... Real shit Little Dre I'm loaded low Can maybe we draw Call the plot Twenty K don't foul law Two hundred beans We going up Now everybody asking What the motive Nigger know it SongtexteWe don't smoking My young niggers control it Yeah we rolling These niggers are some horse shit My niggers know some more shit My niggers gone on more cliffs Everybody asking what the problem Everybody know I'm fucking balling or gobbling Everybody know that I'm a motherfucking roller Fuck what you talking Got a chip on whose shoulder Eat that motherfucker come I'm savage and I'm hungry Nigger looking in my plate Nigger what? You want it? Fuck nigger What the fuck you niggers talking about? I'm talking money by the large amount Cash up nigger, SODMG bitch I know you see a tat there on my sleeve bitch Gets your white girl showing cleavage What you talking about? These niggers want to beat us They can't I'm too original I'm too official talk to clips like Little Fifty My niggers can't miss the epidemic Ocean Gang we fucking winning Niggers know we fucking swimming Splash up like it's nothing Niggers asking why we getting too much money Soulja Boy the movie Bitches on that Money coming in Go rolling Time to come flexing Fuck what you heard man I swerve in a Lex Baby momma takes Goddamn gorgeous Hopping at the frontal Rubs like Wheel of Fortune All so important Came out the water Soulja Boy swaging Now baby place his order Money roll jizz Like California Cashed up I'm on it Money gang, yeah we won it We're a mile up on it All up on it Aus Songtexte Mania