Soulja Boy - Backwoods lyrics

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(Hook)

I'm rolling up these Backwoods

I'm riding thru' my damn hood

Two hunnid unda my damn hood

Damn, Soulja, ya eating good

I'm rolling up these Backwoods

I'm rolling up these Backwoods

I'm rolling up these Backwoods

I'm rolling up these Backwoods

(Verse)

Rolling up the Backwoods

Bag of the gas, ounces of good

Pounds of trap, pounds of gas

Ride thru' the city and I got the strap

Lamborghini and I painted it black

Uzi automatic my favorite strap

Smoking on, smoking on kush on the weekend

Smoking on kush wit yo bitch and she freaky

She fucking and sucking, she fucking the team

Ya know what I mean

Ice and Ferragamo, my Cuban link

Diamond shine, man, they look like they pink

Stupid nigga, ya get shot befo' ya blink

I got water whip, yeah, look at my team

Throwing money in the air and that change the weather

The money on me, look like money Mayweather

All of these diamonds, I pull them together

Niggas be talkin', they don't get no cheddar

We shoot undacova pistols and Beretta

Nigga, I got Louis all on my sweater

VVS diamonds is all in my bezel

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(Verse 2)

Used to live in a bando

Now I run thru' in them camos

Niggas talking, they get no money

I be seeing my face thru' the channels

Gucci, Louis on my sandals

I'm lighting shit up like a candle

I'm on an island like Gilligan

Slanging eight balls like I'm Wimbledon

Gucci, Louis on my Timberlands

Ten stacks in my pocket the minimum

Pull up that Wraith, ya killing em

Soulja worth 25 million

Oh my god, look at my chain

I'm killing the pot, they know my name

I'm in da club, and I'm on flame

Guiseppi my feet, it's not a game!

Putting a fuck nigga to shame

Step out the club and I'm making it rain

30.000 on my Cheeta ring

Ain't nobody fucking wit my game

Versace, Versace on my new ring

Soulja Boy tell 'em, hurricane

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