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Shout out to my nigga man, free my niggas Every day I wake up man I'm on that motherfuckin mission dog I'm living life to the fullest I love it Real shit I'm in this bitch Stack on deck, young & flexin, we in this shit For the quarter meter, for the quarter pound Man it's going up, man it's going down Free my niggas out that fuckin cell I'm on the block, bitch I'm going ham I don't, I was going back to chill Man you know I'm going 4 cell Smoking on this dope like a motherfucker Rolling off this dope like a motherfucker My niggas really whip the shit, they kill you suckas SOD, we really whip it, kill you suckas Flexin hard in my drop top Pull up to the club, gold chains on my laptop Got them bad hoes, they came straight from the club We played the game to the pimp House and we do some dubs Bitch I'm cashin out to the bank Big choppa, money to yo face SongtexteSoulja Boy fly, then direct I'll drink Throwed up, I flipped my paint, goddamn I do When I pull up in my coup, 22's I'm out the roof whoa It's going up, it's going up It's going up, it's going up It's going up, up, it's going up, up It's going up, up, it's going up, up It's going up, up, it's going up, up It's going up, up, it's going up, up Pull up flexin, everybody know a young nigga out here stunting So much motherfucking money, tattered and savage Steadily swagging, packing, hacking, blasting for action, packing. Aus Songtexte Mania