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soulja boy tell ’em – withdrawl lyrics

[chorus: gudda gudda]
just living life
blunt smoke in the double cup, got us feeling right
if it ain’t about that paper, then i don’t wanna talk about it
when a gangsta stand in front your home, you better walk around it
you better walk around it

[verse 1: soulja boy tell ’em]
in the maybach
count a hundred stacks
take them to the trap
in that black maybach riding round miami
just me and mack
that swag, i invented that
turned up till the windows jacked
i’m in the maiblack, [?]
money on my mind, sitting back in that bentley while my seats recline
your baby mama got f+cked from behind
you thought she was your’s, but she mine
goddamb she fine
i am king soulja, and that b+tch is a dime
all black cuban link
stepping out with my versace mink
i’m so f+ckin fly, count that money fast, n+gga don’t blink
white and red diamonds mixed with pink
i’m pouring lean all in the sink
i’m so fresh, i’m so clean
i’m the freshest that you ever seen
20 b+tches in a limozeen
uzi with the loaded magazine
i just told you n+ggas that [?]
walk inside the club, and you know we spending cake
kept it real, you n+ggas too fake
[?] all you n+ggas do is take
a hundred k, yeah i’m counting that
forgiatos, i’m out in that
painting my picture up on the wall
versace madusa is on my draws
sippin lean, going through withdrawls
versace madusa is on my draws
versace madusa is on my draws
sippin lean, going through withdrawls
[chorus: gudda gudda]
just living life
blunt smoke in the double cup, got us feeling right
if it ain’t about that paper, then i don’t wanna talk about it
when a gangsta stand in front your home, you better walk around it
you better walk around it

[verse 2: gudda gudda]
this for my n+ggas i get high with
this for my n+ggas that i ride for
let the tool spark, and light the firecracker like july 4th
muddy cup got me feeling right
we ain’t trippin, we just living life
don’t f+ck with n+ggas, that’s the lazy type
if i k!lled you, your mama ain’t raised you right
that’s word to stunna, shout out cory gunna, that’s my lil brother
word to my mother, imma keep this sh+t gudda
everywhere i [?]
what’s understood should not be explained, i don’t fumble my words like i st+st+studder
20 ounce with a 4 in it
it’s real sweet and i love it
soulja rolling that k!lla
we about to get sp+ce high
getting showfered in the bentley, we see a smoke cloud when we skate by
we some young n+ggas getting money
we ain’t worried bout that hating sh+t
we signed up for this lifestyle
we teflon, and we made for this
[chorus: gudda gudda]
just living life
blunt smoke in the double cup, got us feeling right
if it ain’t about that paper, then i don’t wanna talk about it
when a gangsta stand in front your home, you better walk around it
you better walk around it

- soulja boy tell em lyrics

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