Soulja Boy — Cold Summer

[Hook x2] In the street's it's getting hot And the youths dem a get so cold Searching for food for the pot They'll do anything to fill that gap [Verse 1] The most lyrical comprehensional Soulja Boy Tell'Em I'm three dimensional My swagger's off the fucking chain I am not no fucking lame Off the top of my fucking brain I go hard on this track mane Soulja Tell'Em mane, my motherfucking wrist same color as a damn taxi Nigga don't ask me or grab me, harass me You fuck niggas flash me, your task bitch Soulja Tell'Em I'm back on the track again (track again) What's hannenin (what's hannenin) What's hannenin what's hannenin what's popping and what's stopping him What's stopping him? Nothing Cause I'm on deck like your motherfucking bitch on my dick With her lips and she sucking sucking suck and suck I bust (bow) Bow Soulja Boy Tell'Em make you bust now I'm on deck And you already know that my chain look just like snow [Hook x2] In the street's it's getting hot And the youths dem a get so cold Searching for food for the pot They'll do anything to fill that gap [Verse 2] Do you see how my watch glistening? Or do you see how this black teeth fit in? Damn I'm fixing to rip this them grips so hard I'm off my feet like I'm flying Flyer than a motherfucking island And I got your bitch smiling, she wiling I did-her-did-her-did-her down good Up in my hotel suite I'm like George Bush Soulja Boy Tell'Em, Soulja Boy Tell'Em Soulja Boy, are you listening? Bitch quit hissing, I can see you But you can't see me Soulja Boy Tell'Em I'm a fucking fool So much swag and I'm super cool Who the fuck are you? Get the fuck away from me Or my goons might go ahead and sprain you, B [Hook x2] In the street's it's getting hot And the youths dem a get so cold Searching for food for the pot They'll do anything to fill that gap [Outro] I'm the shit, mane I'm the shit, bitch I'm the shit, bitch I'm the shit I'm the shit, bitch I'm the shit I'm the shit, bitch