Vintage Lyrics - 50/13 - Soulja Boy

Nigga's say they want that beef 

Agoff came in, strapped up 

Lame niggers back up 

Bullets your back up 

Better call for backup 

Act tough 

BZ got my back bruh 

Came in 

Nigga like a navy seal 

Keep it real 

Niggers I'm up in that field 

Like a fucking army man 

Guns came from Pakistan 

We came from Pakistan 

Giving niggers bag hands 

Treat nigga's like bitches 

We all sitting up twenty inches 

And I shit on twenty eight 

Life is great 

And it may 

Eat the cake 

Nigger I 

Take you niggers any day 

Never gave a fuck 

Cause my cake up 

Wake up 

Bake up 

Nigger I ain't 

With that fucking hating stuff 

Fuck that 

Positive 

But I'm a lip 

Twenty's whip 

Got my money on my mind 

I'm out of here 

So fly 

Need some fucking land to give 

Understand 

Agoff Is the fucking man in here 

Never gave a fuck about the next man 

Nigger I'm the best man 

Agoff I'm the hit man 

Leaning on that 

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See I 

Got a sign A 

Get my money all day 

Whip my nigger TAZ 

Ain't no motherfucking freak 

Rhymes for two time felon 

That's may selling 

Weed on the street 

Still hustle just to eat 

Fuck with me you defeat 

Never see me on the floor 

I get hit some niggers get murdered 

Get some murder more 

It's that real shit 

Killer shit 

Catch you up I'm real as shit 

Pull you fucking eyes 

Out your face 

You be feeling shit 

I don't give a fuck 

Smoke some drone 

Passed that row 

Bitches want to fuck some more 

She off that blow 

She's a hoe 

She going to suck me at the party 

With the 

T some records in the club 

And we not up here to fight 

Just fuck a bitch 

Swag out 

Niggers out here mad about 

Us balling out you just a fag out, a fag out 

Pull you flag out 

Bet it's pink 

Have a drink 

Bitch ass nigger 

Can't get bitches 

Cause his fucking breath stink 

He's on where these hoes at 

Nigger where the drones at 

You ain't fresh bitch 

Where your fly fresh clothes at? 

You, looking broke rat 

Looking like a broke bitch 

We going to smoke some weed nigger 

We don't roll up rich 

Brand new 

Feeling shit 

Brand new 

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Brand new 

Killer tick 

Brand new 

Illicit 

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Hoe that new vintage 

New vintage hoe 

Brand new 

Ocean gang 

Millionaire 

Ben D 

Fen D 

Gucci 

Bitches want to fuck me 

Suck me 

Screw me 

Cocaine on my card 

Yeah she going to sniff it up 

Suck on his dick girl 

Yeah going to get it up 

Squirt you 

Work you 

But I never hurt you 

Yeah it's a clipping blood 

Blood, cuts and raw moves 

Yeah young Jesus 

Niggers know where's ether 

Add that X on the front 

Bitch it's Tisa 

Yeah slide you Visa 

Yeah I'm like ether 

Yeah I'm in the clouds yeah uh 

But you see the cloud and the foreman 

Sun of George Foreman 

Good a grill good a meal 

Yeah we be swarming 

Yeah I'm that guy too 

Yeah call me Tele View 

Till your bitch went 

She come in 

To my view 

Yeah it's the teeth that click 

SODMG bitch 

Meet Soulja Boy 

We be getting to know 

Soulja, Soulja, Tisa, tat a 

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I'm his beat 

I'm a slap her 

Yeah, I do this shit 

Tisa Gang 

Ocean Gang 

What the fuck you want to do? 

Bitch sniffing that cocaine 

Yeah goddamn I swag got a space 

Man you're a fucking disgrace 

Came in first place 

Young Dre MCM briefcase 

I got hit 

Money in my pocket 

Photos 

Gold in my wallet 

Treat you like a stocking 

Hang you on that fucking wall 

Death is what pick up a drone 

So I won't pick up her calls 

Every day I fucking ball 

And I'm knocking pictures 

Of your fucking wall 

Young Soulja Boy 

Met my swag 

It's fantastic 

Fuck your body 

Dump your body 

Of in Lake 

I'm live boy 

It's nothing 

I'm riding on a lama 

All day stitching clear with the drum bro 

They don't want their drama 

Main they ride around with tats on them 

Tisa Gang, Ocean Gang 

We'll swarm them 

I don't want to harm them 

But I knock his head of his shoulder bro 

Nigger catch an uppercut 

Nigger catch a peak shot 

Riding around my hood 

Yeah you think it's the east coast 

Fucking with the west coast 

Hit his man girl with the best throw 

Goddamn this Tisa gang splashing 

Ocean Gang 

Came out the water ready for the action 

Nigger talk that shit 

I'm still going to get it in 

This is like a homicide 

I'm about my dividends 

Twenty two twelve 

We ain't taking shit 

Bro we taking it 

Everywhere we hit the block 

All that fucking cash we spent 

Bitch is staring 

Ocean Gang, Tisa Gang 

All up in Paris 

Goddamn don't give me that 

Bitch I'm Karl Lager Field 

Swaging with that fifty clip 

Talking on that fucking ship 

Punch you in your fucking lip 

Oh god 

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