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soulja boy - i’m live (live) lyrics

soulja boy tell ‘em
yeah, draco (soulja)

[verse 1: soulja boy]
i got them bricks in the truck
zone 1 money gang n+gga the plug off
spin the block n+gga i’m rolling my sleeve up
call up my jeweler i told em my cartier freezed up
spinning the block you know that the opps got wet up
ain’t feeling this sh+t it’s a setup
? i shoot my way up out this bit
murder gang n+gga i came home rich
everything legit

[chorus: soulja boy]
zone 1 west side we having good crack
don’t come on my block, lay that boy on his back
good dope giving the junkies a heart attack
i skrt in the lambo and pick up that pack
i’m selling that dope make ‘em keep coming back
don’t play with my gang, you know i ain’t with none of that
zone 1 kick do’ f+ck all that funny sh+t
pull on yo block with that choppa we bussing it
[verse 2: soulja boy]
two buss down brakes, then got me an 80
speak on the gang n+gga must be crazy
pinky rang cost a yellow mercedes
i stand in the trap and i whip up that baby
i jump on the stage and the b+tches go crazy
i jump off the stage and i count up the bag
i’m swerving the lambo they ain’t never had
these p+ssy add n+ggas they going out sad
i trap out the mansion with exotic gas
switch it they making me mad
i jump on the jet and i go to j+pan
i walk that boy down with that stick in my hand
yeah, i’m trapping i never be bored
i’m rocking that drip that you can not afford
you play with draco you get hit with that sword
i’m having a lot but n+gga i want more
guissepe my feet and i marble the floor
you smell the gelato i opened the door
i shot that choppa he fell to the floor
i’m trapping so hard i need award
i’m sipping on wock how it come out my pore
i trap out the w
you come by the pent house you know i chill on the 36th floor
i’m whipping that dope in that fake benihana
they come in the trap and i serve ‘em a four
i’m live, i’m sly, i’m spinning, i’m winning
i’m walking away and i’m upping the score
i got bricks in the cabinet, rats in the attic
pistols on the couch, choppas on the floor
don’t play with my gang, we busting yo brain
we taking yo chain and n+gga we ain’t going
i step in the club, throwing a dub
f+ck making it rain, n+gga making it storm
[chorus: soulja boy]
zone 1 west side we having good crack
don’t come on my block, lay that boy on his back
good dope giving the junkies a heart attack
i skrt in the lambo and pick up that pack
i’m selling that dope make ‘em keep coming back
don’t play with my gang, you know i ain’t with none of that
zone 1 kick do’ f+ck all that funny sh+t
pull on yo block with that choppa we bussing it

- soulja boy lyrics

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