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soulja boy - guala lyrics

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[chorus]
stacks on deck, soulja boy tell em

big bank roll, pull up to the scene

and i’m stunting on them hoes

big bank roll, pull up to the scene

and i’m stunting on them hoes

i’m all about my guala, guala, guala, guala, guala

i’m all about my guala, guala, guala, guala, guala

i’m all about my guala, guala, guala, guala, guala

i’m all about my guala, guala

[verse 1 ]
yeah i pop my collar, take your girlfriend, man you know i make her holler

on the highway in that lamborghini throttle

bees, stash, cash boy, and 100 on my collar
got my chains on, and i got my shades on

got my rings on and then my thangs on

i come through the hood and they say wassup soulja

yeah i already know, i thought that i done told ya

you know i took over, 50 on that dashboard, all these f+cking bricks

i can make her bad boy, soulja boy i fl!cks

off the top with 10 chains, b+tch, vip, it’s that money gang

[chorus]
i’m all about my guala, guala, guala, guala, guala

i’m all about my guala, guala, guala, guala, guala

i’m all about my guala, guala, guala, guala, guala

i’m all about my guala, guala, x 2

you know i’m bout my guala, guala, guala, guala

i’m all about my guala, guala, guala, guala, guala
i’m all about my guala, guala, guala, guala, guala

[verse 2]
i’m all about my guala, i’m all about my fetty

i manage streets grind yeah, you know i hustle heavy

a hunned on my chain, you alrеady know the name

soulja boy, sb’s, i’m bumping out the framе

i had to drop the wire, you know i’m stupid fly

they see me in the club and they know that i’m that guy

kicking pimping in the hood just like a samurai

soulja boy tell em, i’m turnt up, to the sky

a hunned on my bracelet, i’m all about my guala

i’m up in the mall, 500 on my collar

i’m in the gucci store, they know it’s soulja b

i make it look easy, i’m repping this so deep
[chorus]
i’mm all about my guala, guala, guala, guala, guala

i’m all about my guala, guala, guala, guala, guala

i’m all about my guala, guala, guala, guala, guala

i’m all about my guala, guala, x 2

you know i’m bout my guala, guala, guala, guala

i’m all about my guala, guala, guala, guala, guala

i’m all about my guala, guala, guala, guala, guala

i’m in love with chanel, all these gold rings on my finger you can tell

i walk inside the versace store, i’m buying all the belts

i need the duffle strap and i need that louie strap, lego

i’m posted on the wall…true religion jeans and them bosses on my draws

soulja boy i pose, sittin on the wall, got a bentley with a v12 in the call

bet you know what it is b+tch, you ain’t f+cking with my campaign

when we hit the club you know we popping champagne

all in my belt there’s light…fitted

they can’t get my city, tell them n+ggas get with me

i’m all about my fitty

- soulja boy lyrics

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