Soulja Boy — Lets Be Real

[Intro] Ayy, we back in this mothafucka nigga Twitter.com/SouljaBoy The most followers in the rap game for a young black nigga The most songs in the rap game, I got more songs than everybody nigga I'm 'bout to kill this shit Facebook.com/SouljaBoy Youtube.com/SouljaBoy SouljaBoyHD.com Shouts out to Yung God [Verse 1] Jumping off the roof, god damn, where's my parachute? Pretty boy goons, all we know is money and the loot 40 on my troop, 80 drop top, I'm on the loose Fuck the F.B.I. and fuck all the Army troops Fighting for what, bitch? Be your own man I be flying through the clouds with green like I'm Peter Pan I be so damn high, man, you don't understand I just talked to God today, I said, "Give me another chance" So I'm back in the hood and I'm tryna flip the bands I done put the double cup and poured up the kickstand Now the hoes on my dick 'cause the tats on my hands And my hand gripping wood behind the 2012 van Man I pulled up in the truck, and my goons duffled up Got the bricks and the kush and the loud pack, what? Man you know what's going down when I pull up in the drop And everybody on me 'cause the album just dropped Man the Juice mixtape got the hood on fire I'mma keep hitting licks till my young ass retire And I'm posted in the back of the coupé, I'm on fire If a nigga think he got me, he's a goddamn liar And I'm posted on the wall like a goddamn fly I'm a young pretty goon, you can see it in my eye I done hit 20 licks, and I can't tell you why And I can't tell you where, got goons in Delaware Knock your heads off your shoulder if you try to think I'm scared Man I'm Soulja Boy Tell Em, bitch I tote the infrared Got the tats on my neck, got the tats on my chest Got the Super Saiyan Swag, yes, my goons off in this Man you hoes talking down but you really don't know Got a couple bands that'll get your ass knocked off the globe [Interlude] Like I told you niggas, I'mma have the most songs in the rap game Twitter.com/SouljaBoy The most followers on Twitter Y'all already know what time it is, nigga It's finna be another hot summer 2012, I'm dropping this nigga, I'm still hitting licks nigga Don't get it fucked up, I'm in Miami, Florida, let's go [Verse 2] Gucci bag and Louis kicks, I can't even talk no shit Young Soulja Boy, I'm on the block, I'm looking like 50 bricks Walking like a walking lick, talking like a chicken coupé Running 'round the city and my goons are on the fucking loose 2012: yeah, salute! Money sitting in the booth Drop top Phantom converted into a Bentley coupé Switched the Lambo truck for the brand new Audi though 100 million dollars got me walking like Shawty Lo Walk inside the studio, I promise I'mma get it in 50 lick shawty, Soulja Boy, I'm bout to bring 'em in Drop top Lexus, I done flipped into a Benz though S.L. 56 sitting on Forgiatos Young Lil Dre, I done swagged for the summer Got the presidential Lambo like I'm no Obama I'm Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, I'mma swag till I'm dead If you didn't know boy, I'll put some money on your head Got tats on my chest, but I won't tat my legs Got money on the purp, yeah you heard what I said If you boys is talking down, I might pull the infra-red Got my young boys with me and he doing like Simon Said If I tell him 2 words The he gonna make a move Tell me what's a goon Too pretty, what it do? And I post on the block, and all my goons shoot Young Soulja Boy Tell Em Shout out to my troops Yeah they riding for the boy And we swag to the city Got 400 rappers and the city fuckin with me Got my young boys trappin On the Westside of Atlanta Got so many cars I think I'm Tony Montana I'm connected to Australia All the way to Alabama Got the goons holding on me Gucci bandana, I be walking in Miami With the Louis on my sandals Niggas hating on young God Cause he hot like a candle AK-47 shooting, hit, ay, hold your man too Hit your mama and your daddy They crying at your funeral Mane, we shooting up the funeral Ain't nobody even scared Got the young boys with me and They shooting for your head Young Soulja Boy Tell Em I dunn tat my whole arm Got 40 on my wrist and I just rang the alarm God damn I'm on fire, pull up in the Benz And I shitted on the world in the year 2010 woo! The most songs in the rap game nigga!


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