All Black Lyrics - Foreign - Soulja Boy

All black! 

Niggas want... 

Soulja Boy! 

Niggas wanna see Soulja Boy 

That's all we do man, we gon grind hard to get this money 

Okay 

Oh yea 

Yea 

Salute! 

Stacks on deck, SODMG 

This ya boy Soulja Boy 

You know what I'm sayin? 

Foreign 

That nigga too beezy 

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All black, all black, all black, all black 

You know it' a homicide when you see me in all black 

All black, all black, all black, all black 

When I pull up Maserati black (scoo!) all black 

All black, all black, all black, all black 

It' a homicide when you see me in all black 

All black, all black, all black, all black 

I'm gonna sing it, yellin Maserati all black 

Wussup? Got them stacks, 25 - make it back 

If I spend it man you know that Soulja gonna make it back 

All black, all black, all black, all black 

Homicides, suicides, shoot the dice, chain a wreck 

Racks on racks, stacks on stacks 

Back up in the trap 

It took me a long time to come into this fuckin shit 

Pour it up, flexin bitch, 24, I'm on my grind 

I'm standing on my 2 feet, Louie, Gucci 

Fendy, Rrari, Lamborghini on the scene 

And paparazzi snappin pictures, my face is on the magazine 

All black, stacked stacks 

Back to back, motherfuck that I'm getting racks 

SOD, I went and tatted that 

Photos 

All black, all black, all black, all black 

It' a homicide when you see me in all black 

All black, all black, all black, all black 

Posted on the scene and my Maserati all black 

All black, all black, all black, all black 

It' a homicide when you see me in all black 

All black, all black, all black, all black 

Posted on the scene and my Maserati all black 

Walked in, stepped in 

50 bottles, bring em here 

Stay Soulja Boy, money in the fuckin air 

Got bricks in this bitch, diamond chandelier 

Too many K damn each day I'm out of here 

This my year, what it be? 

SOD, PTE 

I'm rolling through the streets and everybody know about me 

Tatted on my neck and chest 

I'm the best, what it is? 

Everybody know that Soulja Boy is worth 30 mill 

Pounds in the backroom seat 

Bricks in the attic, niggas hatin on me 

So I had to let em have it, what? 

Whole crew savage, your main bitch a ratchet 

AK-47, I'm a motherfuckin blast 

All black, all black, all black, all black 

It' a homicide when you see me in all black 

All black, all black, all black, all black 

I pulled up to the scene and my Maserati all black 

All black, all black, all black, all black 

It' a homicide when you see me in all black 

All black, all black, all black, all black 

I pulled up to the scene and my Maserati all black 

SOD man, Soulja 

What can I do now? 

All the girls on me man, you know what I mean? 

2013 shit, pretty boy swag 

You know SOD 

Stacks on deck man 

I'm fuckin with that nigga 

Ridin round getting figures 

Niggas mad cause I fucked that bitch, man 

All black, all black 

All black, ha ey 

I be too fresh man, you know 

5000$ on a chine, on a shirt man 

2000 out on the pants 

It' a homicide when you see me in all black 

Yo Soulja bring the jury box out my nigga