Great Seal Lyrics - 50/13 - Soulja Boy

Poured up in the asphalt 

Fuck these niggers talking about? 

Many abide, a large amount 

More we serve them, offer our houses 

It's time that we show our district we been spent in 

It's time that we go in and show them we went in 

Twenty twelve, we smashing 

Ocean Gang, we splashing 

All of this money 

Make it like it's magic 

Fuck what you heard cause you can't check my pockets 

When I drive this here, it's a topic 

It's a pocket 

It's a profit 

Pretty Boy gangster 

Yeah Pretty Boy goblin 

Pretty Boy moving 

Yeah Pretty boy mobbing 

Nigger won't be then 

You know it's no squashing 

Fuck is he talking? 

Yeah I'm on they're jet 

Yeah I'm over seas 

Yeah she give me neck 

Yeah in bathroom I swaged her with tattoos 

You talk shit, huh 

Nigger we will bless you 

Blast do 

Yeah he ain't even worth it 

Nigger talking but he can't check that we're fit 

When I'm south side 

Riding, you see me 

When I'm on the west side 

Post it on their TV 

Niggers want to be me 

I'm moving in 3D 

I'm so swaged up 

These niggers can't see me 

Fuck what you heard bitch 

If Soulja on swag doe 

Fifty thirteen KP raw bro what's happening? 

Tell her we smashing the city on b small 

I pulled up in Maseratti 

Don't hold looking like he's on 

Goddamn, she's throw 

Hoe hitting my phone 

But wish funk a soldier 

I ride around with three phones 

Dope boy swag 

Swag out the asphalt 

Don't nigger keep on asking 

I'm a give them what they ask for 

Pulled up in a tour bus 

Followed by an armored truck 

Followed by that Bentley 

In the back of that old armored truck 

Goddamn you the Little Dre 

Check on one hundred K 

Fuck what you heard 

I'm his son, the wing man 

Nigger know I'm dead nigger 

I fuck around with John Doe 

Jane popped up 

And make your click take her swim doe 

Clearing out the lobby 

Death warts a young low 

I don't move sloppy 

Killers in Toronto 

Niggers hit my phone once they're going to be a mission 

Mission accomplished 

Bitch that's a ticket 

Soulja Boy tell them 

You know I'm on cloud nine 

On the west cost 

They looking for us now 

Nine on my hip, I don't slip 

I'm a blast it 

You talking there fuck shit 

Your body ain't casket 

Soulja Boy tell them 

Fifty thirteen 

Now fuck off with KP 

We get green in-between 

These fucking niggers can't see me 

Cause I'm so outer space 

Bitch I'm on Mars 

All night fuck around catch that case 

I'm flying in on my jet though 

I'm flying in on my flown car 

Goddamn this Little Dre 

So I'm like a movie star 

My life is a film dog 

Goddamn I'm in though 

Soulja Boy tell them 

Where is the killers 

Call up my niggers 

They'll kill you first thriller 

We dump your damn body 

Off up in that river 

I came out the ocean 

My third eye is open 

Really is nothing 

My whole click is stunning 

Ocean Gang nigger 

You know we get cash homes 

Hoped out that water 

Then I turn my splash on 

Goddamn you little Dre 

Double cut my starter foam 

Everybody getting high 

Dirty spiting no patron 

Fuck what you heard bitch 

My mansion's a ball it 

Fuck what you heard bitch 

Don't girl keep on them calling 

Fuck what you heard 

Louie V on my wallet 

Niggers that's rat's racks 

MCM bad pat 

And I take off 

Shout's out they jay clean 

We get so much money 

For what don't nigger think 

Hit my phone line 

They up on my phone line 

You know that I do shine 

You know that I do grind 

That I do time 

We take a note 

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