it safe don't let anyone come through And if you think there's nothing you can do Boy I'm glad I'm not in your shoes How can I tell you it's the
Make it safe don't let anyone come through And if you think there's nothing you can do Boy I'm glad I'm not in your shoes How can I tell you it's
me, you would bury me deep Your head is set to break me down, fuck me up and kick me out You don't care what it takes Vengeance is burning in your
the liqueur store trying to break these chumps Bunch of heads in a circle, daddy's handing out lumps Trying to shake these bones I'm trying to get these shoes
disco dancing With your pants on fire We need a little tropical rain So baby, baby Watch the needle when your heading south You drive me crazy Just remember you can burn
say) that I won't rest my head until hell is your home You'll think that you're safe but oh no You'll feel the cold of my gun hit your head Ah you
Bandanna, Gucci, Gucci Bandanna [Soulja Boy:] It's Soulja Boy Tellem, I fuck with Shawty Low, I fuck with Rocco, Gucci head to toe, Chain on chill (chill
the glock I have a gun the size of a blackhole Shoot planets Don't get credit Throw your hands up in the air Don't panic Supreme arm leg leg arm head
some shoes very carefully She definitely had a particular purpose for these shoes in mind Then as quickly as she appeared, she disappeared Back into the slash and burn
ass to stone Stretch limousine, sippin' Rose all along Double-headed monster with a mind of his own Cherry red chariot, excess is just my character All black tux, nigga shoes
hammer down on me And pound you out of my head I can't think with you in it I dragged all that I owned Down the dirt road to find you My shoes worn
hammer down on me And pound you out of my head I can't think with you in it I dragged all that I owned Down the dirt road to find you And my shoes,
they hatch You better sell some wine before it's time You better find yourself an itch to scratch You better squeeze all the Charmin you can While Mr. Wipple's not around Stick your head
Gucci bandanna, Gucci, Gucci bandanna It's Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, I roll with Shawty Lo I got so much snow, Gucci head to toe Chain on chill, watch on
I would finally burn (All the time is all you got) Tempted to work Put me in a room, distraction less (Everything is everything) Spare me from worse In the studio I would finally burn
, kola, it's a fact that I need it Kola, kola with ice Well, well, well, it's hot like hell Yo, I kick off my shoes, yeah, I'll survive Without my shoes
like I'm raking the grass in pretty b-tches damn near feint when they passing call my whip Martin but the first name Aston tata head n-ggas get mashed
