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[Chorus:] Work[x30] Work On Deck Soulja got muscle, ya girl friend I fucked her Straight out that trap Bitch that Westside struggle Gucci bandana blue rag in the duffel 7-4 til the world blow folk hustler Nigga got to get me bitch I all about that guap 3 years in the game in this shit ain't gone stop Call up Miami mike, posted up on plattn lane Palm tree block, bricks, kush, and them chicken wings Drop top 2010, black Mercado, raised in Atlanta but born in Chicago Back in Mississippi man I had the hood lock, with a backpack full of money And a half in my socks, you a stupid ass nigga if you think you shitting like me Got a lot niggas hating cause they can't get like me Man I'm soulja boy tellem, I'm a tell you how it goes, Put that pistol on my hip for these rached ass hoes I'm a real ass nigga I ant never been fake Bitch I bought that black hummer, sat that bitch on 28s Mississippi trap boy, chi-town hometown ATL Westside, zone 1 on now, bitch I'm a g My first name soulja, disrespect me in my niggas gone fold ya Took a couple small rats, threw them diamonds in my teeth I'm equip with army guns so I'm ready for that beef [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania