Soulja Boy - Vintage lyrics

rate me

Niggers say they want that beef

Agoff came in, strapped up

Laying niggers back up

Ballistics your back up

Better call for backup

Act tough

BZ got my back bro

Came in

Nigger like a navy seal

Keep it real

Niggers I’m up in that field

Like a fucking army man

Guns came from Pakistan

We came from Pakistan

Giving niggers bag hands

Street nigger’s life bitches

We all sitting up twenty inches

And I shit on twenty eight

Life is great

And it may

Eat the cake

Nigger I

Take you niggers any day

Never gave a fuck

Cause my cake up

Wake up

Bake up

Nigger I ain’t

With that fucking hating stuff

Fuck that

Positive

But I’m a lip

Twenty’s whip

Got my money on my mind

I’m out of here

So fly

Need some fucking land to give

Understand

Agoff Is the fucking man in here

Never gave a fuck about the next man

Nigger I’m the best man

Agoff I’m the hit man

Leaning on that …

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See I

Got a sign A

Get my money all day

Whip my nigger TAZ

Ain’t no motherfucking freak

Rhymes for two time felon

That’s may selling

Weed on the street

Still hustle just to eat

Fuck with me you defeat

Never see me on the floor

I get hit some niggers get murdered

Get some murder more

It’s that real shit

Killer shit

Catch you up I’m real as shit

Pull you fucking eyes

Out your face

You be feeling shit

I don’t give a fuck

Smoke some drone

Passed that row

Bitches want to fuck some more

She off that blow

She’s a hoe

She going to suck me at the party

With the …

T some records in the club

And we not up here to fight

Just fuck a bitch

Swag out

Niggers out here mad about

Us balling out you just a fag out, a fag out

Pull you flag out

Bet it’s pink

Have a drink

Bitch ass nigger

Can’t get bitches

Cause his fucking breath stink

He’s on where these hoes at

Nigger where the drones at

You ain’t fresh bitch

Where your fly fresh clothes at?

You, looking broke rat

Looking like a broke bitch

We going to smoke some weed nigger

We don’t roll up rich

Brand new

Feeling shit

Brand new

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Brand new

Killer tick

Brand new

Illicit

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Hoe that new vintage

New vintage hoe

Brand new

Ocean gang

Millionaire

Ben D

Fen D

Gucci

Bitches want to fuck me

Suck me

Screw me

Cocaine on my card

Yeah she going to sniff it up

Suck on his dick girl

Yeah going to get it up

Squirt you

Work you

But I never hurt you

Yeah it’s a clipping blood

Blood, cuts and raw moves

Yeah young Jesus

Niggers know where’s ether

Add that X on the front

Bitch it’s Tisa

Yeah slide you Visa

Yeah I’m like ether

Yeah I’m in the clouds yeah uh

But you see the cloud and the foreman

Sun of George Foreman

Good a grill good a meal

Yeah we be swarming

Yeah I’m that guy too

Yeah call me Tele View

Till your bitch went

She come in

To my view

Yeah it’s the teeth that click

SODMG bitch

Meet Soulja Boy

We be getting to know …

Soulja, Soulja, Tisa, tat a

…

I’m his beat

I’m a slap her

Yeah, I do this shit

Tisa Gang

Ocean Gang

What the fuck you want to do?

Bitch sniffing that cocaine

Yeah goddamn I swag got a space

Man you’re a fucking disgrace

Came in first place

Young Dre MCM briefcase

I got hit

Money in my pocket

…

Gold in my wallet

Treat you like a stocking

Hang you on that fucking wall

Death is what pick up a drone

So I won’t pick up her calls

Every day I fucking ball

And I’m knocking pictures

Of your fucking wall

Young Soulja Boy

Met my swag

It’s fantastic

Fuck your body

Dump your body

Of in Lake …

I’m live boy

It’s nothing

I’m riding on a lama

All day stitching clear with the drum bro

They don’t want their drama

Main they ride around with tats on them

Tisa Gang, Ocean Gang

We’ll swarm them

I don’t want to harm them

But I knock his head of his shoulder bro

Nigger catch an uppercut

Nigger catch a peak shot

Riding around my hood

Yeah you think it’s the east coast

Fucking with the west coast

Hit his man girl with the best throw

Goddamn this Tisa gang splashing

Ocean Gang

Came out the water ready for the action

Nigger talk that shit

I’m still going to get it in

This is like a homicide

I’m about my dividends

Twenty two twelve

We ain’t taking shit

Bro we taking it

Everywhere we hit the block

All that fucking cash we spent

Bitch is staring

Ocean Gang, Tisa Gang

All up in Paris

Goddamn don’t give me that

Bitch I’m Karl Lager Field

Swaging with that fifty clip

Talking on that fucking ship

Punch you in your fucking lip

Oh god

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