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soulja boy - damn lyrics

[intro]
gang, we gon’ kick the door down and shoot all them n+ggas
(ayy, hoop, where you at, n+gga?)

[verse 1]
pack, touchdown, watch the pack, touchdown
i’m sellin’ that dope at the mound, [?], gang
kick the door down, oh
hit the door all on the ground, huh
jump in that water, gon’ drown, huh
i’m servin’ this sh+t by the pound, huh
glock 19 with the fifty round
don’t say sh+t ’bout draco
’cause these n+ggas gon’ tell
yo, i’m serving this brick out the scale, yo
i’m standin’ in the trap with the bell, yo
i’m sendin’ this sh+t through the mail
trap house boomin, got all white squares
young draco, n+gga, the trap of the year
lambo, urus, switch to the—

[verse 2]
if i see twelve, then i jump out the whip
if i got smoke with some n+ggas, i call my n+ggas, they land in yo’ bushеs
it’s gang, we run in the city
walk that boy down with the choppa, lеt’s eat
if i see twelve out the door, then i jump out the window
the glock 19 came with an extendo
yo, fifty shot n+gga rock out on yo’ block
zone 1, money gang, i got the—
d+mn
i’m in the trap and i broke the—
d+mn
cookin’ the dough ’til my wrist like—
d+mn
h+llcat filled with a whole lotta glocks
d+mn
i had to skrrt off on the cops
d+mn
i hit that boy with a whole lotta shots (godd+mn)
hit that boy up with the glock
d+mn
whippin’ that dough ’til my wrist like—
d+mn
(i’m in the trap with the—) i’m in the trap with the bells if you need me, yo

d+mn
don’t play with the gang, [then we squeeze it?]
godd+mn
[verse 3]
young n+gga, he trap out the demon
yuh, i’m in the club with them racks
zone 1, money gang, n+gga
know i’m gon’ blow [?] my rollie is frozen
yo, stand on yo’ homeboy, even though he had a [big back?] on him
run on the plug
yo, they know that i’m chosen
ain’t playin’ this sh+t, they know why i’m comin’
run in yo’ trap and take over
keep low, gang, face shot
they know about soulja
i press a b+tton, it’s over
money gang, they can hang with some soldiers

[verse 4]
kick the door down, n+gga i told ya
i’m sippin’ on lean and then 40s
let go, i hit that boy up with the [?]
woah, i used to trap motorola
fifty+some shots with a glock in my holster
woah, i’m in the trap with my face on the posters
d+mn, sippin’ on lean and i need me a coaster
[?]
hit that boy up if he get a lil’ closer
[outro]
(d+mn, hit that boy up if he get a lil’ closer)
(arp, straight on my shoulder)
(i’m in the trap with some soldiers)
(whippin’ that [doja?])
(countin’ on ms like poker)

- soulja boy lyrics

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