soulja boy - based lyrics
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(feat. young l)
triple chain gang
oh my god
triple chain gang
oh my god
triple chain gang
oh my god
godd-mn
godd-mn man
i got my swag from j-pan now
jean claude van damme
up in that n-gg-r
die hard
trans-am
really n-gg-r
money like a trans-am
i ain’t tripping
flow god giving
ground shifting
i think that i’m that n-gg-r
an you think that you that n-gg-r
do you look off in the mirror?
and you just looking so slizzered
oh f-ck them
i don’t get so hard
f-ck man
out of swaged all day
f-ck them
i can’t wait that ball fade
i been getting active
… like i’m parlaying
d-mn that n-gg-r french
he thinking
from your upper some other sh-t
oh my god
just take a f-cking guess
i quarter here man
looking at witness
i’m right window’s tinted
mind your f-cking business
diving in the ocean
like i’m f-cking that leper swimmer
n-gg-r you no contender
do you not remember?
one mill
i stuck
just like the winter
twenty twelve i splashed up
all my tvs plasma
ready for the action
many she’s a tragedy
address me as your majesty
this sh-t right here’s a masterpiece
i f-ck off with young …
that’s bro, that’s family
and we do this annually
told that k up omg
n-gg-r know that it’s complete
n-gg-r talk sh-t you capisci
on the poster with the automatic
talk sh-t and i’ll let him have it
n-gg-r know i’m bussing
disrespect pinked off
and there’s going to be repercussions
soulja tell them in public
i’m standing on the couch yes
go swag daddy
if i change fire rings
i made the hood happy
n-gg-rs mad at me
it don’t make no sense
cause i came with the forty clip
on my f-cking hip
and i still represent
b-tch i’ll make you take a swim
yeah i’m al pacino
hang you f-cking body
over that building
n-gg-r i mean no
cut that f-cking shush
n-gg-r up in that slip
i got that thing
but i repeat
little dre, that be my name
and my n-gg-rs blast for me
disrespecting black jesus
and that sh-t is blasphemy
got my n-gg-r if
right shy gunning
that bentley coop
word around town
paid off
and n-gg-rs got the juice
young legend n-gg-rs young
the ocean got we splashing many
man this sh-t is just like magic
and my swag is all fantastic
you n-gg-rs think it’s tragic
but i’m balling and you know
got a million on the low
and i would never sell my soul
see sold out the cut signs
all across the globe
pinked off and on their hoe
dumb old mario on that hoe
b-ss
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