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Soulja Boy - All Black Everything - lyrics

Black cars black cars I'm so legendary
Black beautiful girls put their numbers in my blackberry
All black fellings bro everything's legit
All black everything I'm feelin like an eclipse
Soulja boy tellem yeah that's my name
All black diamonds in my lamborghini chain
My chain look like lightning my beats sound like thunder
Black and white mix man I'm feelin like Obama
All black eveything man I tried to warn'em
Check out my grill, george foreman
Real talk I'm ahead of my time man
All black everything feelin like a blind man
No where near my prime no optimus
You can keep tryin but it aint no stoppin us
My lyrics coherint with my altitude
Hustle mentallity its umental casulaties
Aw man I'm swagged up black on black jewlery when I hop out the car
Music is blastin and cameras is flashing and people be screamin because I'm a star

Soulja Boy - 1UP - lyrics

Stunt [x4] Stack on Deck, Soulja
Everywhere I go, people lookin at me like
Damn that boy cashed up
Damn that boy swagged up
Everywhere I be, people lookin at me like
Damn that boy cashed up
Damn that boy swagged up
Racks UP, everywhere we go [x3]
Racks UP, hundred thousand show
Girls lookin at me, lookin really fancy
Oh you so cutie, oh I'm so pretty
Oh I'm in farrari, I don't have to say sorry
Honest lil Dre, old school no atari
Soulja Boy swaggin, pretty boy handsome
Pulled off of the club, in a drop top phantom
360 bands as the roof panoramic
360 bands, oh yes I'm so dynamic
500 trap bunking like a damn fool
Ham savage shawty with a mutha*****in tool
Catch your breath *****, yeah I'm in that new Mariah
Everybody on me with that five on the side
Shotgun shawty holdin down the whole half
Young Soulja Boy make the trap go ham
Yellow diamonds on me, yeah ***** I paid cash
500K, Mr. Digital Dash
Digital digital, everything digital
White wrist black chain, Soulja Boy I'm gettin 'em
Killin 'em killin 'em, everyday I'm rippin 'em
Put your lighters up, kush up racks up (TAKEOFF)
Young Dre, I do it big
Scarface mansions, that's how we live
Great bentley, but I got to do it in
Right shawty mane I had to put it in
Put in work in on the *****in block
Yellow diamond brightlin, ***** a clock
Soulja Boy tell 'em yes I'm posted on the top
Mixtape bunking oh my God I'm so hot
Hot like a *****, everybody know my name
Red bentley *****, call that shit fire flame
Soulja Boy tell 'em, oh my God I bring the pain
VIP monday night, making it damn rain
Splash, cash yeah it's me
Yellow diamond shawty, 100 for a key
Soulja Boy tell 'em, I might charge a fee
Walking through the hood, everybody notice me

Soulja Boy - Brick$ - lyrics

[Intro:]
Yuh
Yeah
Soulja
Police checkin my phone so I need 40 of them things
Soulja
Rich Gang, SODMG
Loud, loud
Don't play with it
I got bricks, bricks
Ridin with this shit, let's go
Young Soulja Boy, I'm down to hit a lick (trappin)
That loud, loud
I got loud (let's go)
[Hook:]
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
Bricks bricks bricks
I got bricks, bricks
Ridin with this shit
Down to hit a lick (let's go)
Ridin with them bricks (them bricks)
Rollin with them bricks (I got em)
Brick, bricks, bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks (turn up)
Ridin with the shit (let's go)
Down to hit a lick (I got em)
Ridin with them bricks
Rollin with them bricks
[Verse 1:]
I got bricks, bricks
You know I got the racks (let's go)
You want a Bentley, that's 250 racks
I walk inside the club, I got lean, I got Act
***** with me Shawty and I won't even text
SOD, Money Gang, we done broke the bank
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy be blowin on this thing
Ridin through the city and my cup full of drink
In my Ferrari and it got that candy paint
Ridin foreign whips and I stay getting cash
IPhone 5, they can't bring me all my racks
Smoking on that kush and I stay spending stacks
They say the bank closed, well I open up the racks
Walk inside the vault, I see bands, I see rings
Walk inside this club, I spend bandz, I spend grands
Million dollars niggas, catch me on my tour bus
Million dollar niggas, hunned dollars for a haircut
[Hook:]
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
Rollin with them bricks
Ridin with them bricks
Ridin with them bricks
Rollin with them bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks
Ridin with them bricks
Burn them with a lick
Soulja run with them bricks
Ridin with them bricks
[Verse 2:]
Stuntin is a habit, I'm in love with racks
I'm in love with cash, I love to hit licks
Ridin with that iPhone5 talkin bricks
On the tex with my plug, cold wars and shit
Flexin like a *****, Soulja Boy don't move sloppy
I just hit a lick, time to cop that Bugatti
Ridin with that new choppa
Nigga try me, body drop
Pistol pop, block is hot
Soulja got them bands in that stamp
Bracelet on my wrist cost a chicken (damn)
Catch me in my condo water whippin (damn)
Soulja Boy in love with that gold shit (damn)
Soulja Boy be flexin you like oh shit (damn)
Jordans on my feet, number 9
Flexin through the hood, I hit licks all the time
Bricks bricks bricks bricks bricks on that low
Bricks bricks bricks bricks bricks ran from above
[Hook:]
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
Ridin with them bricks
Rollin with them bricks
Down to hit a lick
Ridin with them bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
Ridin with them bricks
Rollin with them bricks
Ridin with them bricks
Down to hit a lick
I got...
[Outro:]
Nigga hittin my phone talkin bout Soulja, where the bricks at?
It ain't nothing on the street, this is drought
I said nigga what the ***** is a drought?
SOD Money Gang, Rich Gang, flood the streets
I got em

Soulja Boy - Bank Of America - lyrics

(Hook)
Bank of America, Bank of America
Bank of America, Bank of America
500k off a jug that I’m stealin
Bank of America, Bank of America
Bank of America, Bank of America
Bank of America, Bank of America
Hunned band jug, hunned band jug
Hunned band jug, walkin hunned band jug
(Verse)
I’m way sittin up in yo area
I’m on a brick, nigga meet me at the Bank of America
Of they just keep starin, po up
I got money everywhere
I add cash on my schedule, I get guwop on the regular
Soulja Boy tell em man how do you woo
Get plenty of cash and revenue who
Walk inside the club, man I’m getting head inside that bathroom
Soulja Boy tell em I’m flexin
Pull up, go out, on that be flexin
24 karat my lense, they ain’t gonna Gucci my tennis
Damn Burbery my rims, baby my feel is I do this for real
Boys my lean, my fam
Basin my jail out my M’s
My diamonds they look crystal clear
Soulja Boy tell em I do it for real
Ridin in a foreign with real, the others inside you see steering wheel
Medusa my chandelier, the others inside you see steering wheel
I’m ridin and grippin the wheel
Off of a pill, I’m 34 mill
Me keep the ice on my ear
I say my ear designer designer
Your diamond front shinin, then how you can’t find her?
How you can’t find er? Yo hoe you can’t find er
(Hook)
Bank of America, Bank of America
Bank of America, Bank of America
Bank of America, Bank of America
Bank of America, Bank of America
(Verse)
Cuevo
You already know I’m a walkin bank nigga
I’m pullin up in the Ferrari, the Audi Bugatti
Got biggie Versace my shades and I can’t see nobody
Young rich nigga and I feel took my ***** and I bought an island
Put the birds in there over that me, son and they got molly
Bank of America, my money she say that it’s scarin er
Takin trips to Mexico, my plug is Eddy Guerrero
Blunt is fed a burrito
Call take all for the kilo
Call Lil Soulja for the pesos
Young Cuevo got white like mayo
The Jackson, Benjamin Franklin
Got money like bank of America
I’m laughin at you as histerical
Let me get toolie, I want the vegetables
Hundred band truth I want hunneds
I’m takin the truth out the country
The nigga I heard you was plottin
From Houston but I keep the watch
Them birds, you know that they mockin
Let go, you know that choppin my ball
Fresh holes, our parents is droppin
Catch up on the block, the feds is watchin
Call off my nigga, they hit you don’t keep it
My nigga the bullet gon kiss you
I’m killin these niggas, ba ba ba
You niggas infestin that word to my nigga gon get you
(Hook)
Bank of America, Bank of America
Bank of America, Bank of America
Young rich nigga in the jump, that’s America
Bank of America, Bank of America
Young rich nigga in the jump, that’s America
Bank of America, Bank of America
Young rich nigga in the jump, that’s America
Bank of America, Bank of America
Young rich nigga from the cashout, that’s America

Soulja Boy - Bricks - lyrics

(Intro)
Yuh
Yeah
Soulja
Police checkin my phone so I need 40 of them things
Soulja
Rich Gang, SODMG
Loud, loud
Don’t play with it
I got bricks, bricks
Ridin with this shit, let’s go
Young Soulja Boy, I’m down to hit a lick (trappin)
That loud, loud
I got loud (let’s go)
(Hook)
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
Bricks bricks bricks
I got bricks, bricks
Ridin with this shit
Down to hit a lick (let’s go)
Ridin with them bricks (them bricks)
Rollin with them bricks (I got em)
Brick, bricks, bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks (turn up)
Ridin with the shit (let’s go)
Down to hit a lick (I got em)
Ridin with them bricks
Rollin with them bricks
(Verse)
I got bricks, bricks
You know I got the racks (let’s go)
You want a Bentley, that’s 250 racks
I walk inside the club, I got lean, I got Act
***** with me Shawty and I won’t even text
SOD, Money Gang, we done broke the bank
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy be blowin on this thing
Ridin through the city and my cup full of drink
In my Ferrari and it got that candy paint
Ridin foreign whips and I stay getting cash
IPhone 5, they can’t bring me all my racks
Smoking on that kush and I stay spending stacks
They say the bank closed, well I open up the racks
Walk inside the vault, I see bands, I see rings
Walk inside this club, I spend bandz, I spend grands
Million dollars niggas, catch me on my tour bus
Million dollar niggas, hunned dollars for a haircut
(Hook)
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
Rollin with them bricks
Ridin with them bricks
Ridin with them bricks
Rollin with them bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks
Ridin with them bricks
Burn them with a lick
Soulja run with them bricks
Ridin with them bricks
(Verse)
Stuntin is a habit, I’m in love with racks
I’m in love with cash, I love to hit licks
Ridin with that iPhone5 talkin bricks
On the tex with my plug, cold wars and shit
Flexin like a *****, Soulja Boy don’t move sloppy
I just hit a lick, time to cop that Bugatti
Ridin with that new choppa
Nigga try me, body drop
Pistol pop, block is hot
Soulja got them bands in that stamp
Bracelet on my wrist cost a chicken (damn)
Catch me in my condo water whippin (damn)
Soulja Boy in love with that gold shit (damn)
Soulja Boy be flexin you like oh shit (damn)
Jordans on my feet, number 9
Flexin through the hood, I hit licks all the time
Bricks bricks bricks bricks bricks on that low
Bricks bricks bricks bricks bricks ran from above
(Hook)
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
Ridin with them bricks
Rollin with them bricks
Down to hit a lick
Ridin with them bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
Ridin with them bricks
Rollin with them bricks
Ridin with them bricks
Down to hit a lick
I got…
(Outro)
Nigga hittin my phone talkin bout Soulja, where the bricks at?
It ain’t nothing on the street, this is drought
I said nigga what the ***** is a drought?
SOD Money Gang, Rich Gang, flood the streets
I got em

Soulja Boy - Backseat - lyrics

They want a threesome, then some
Spend whatever come in, *****ing income
Me and my niggas, we ain’t never going broke
And you have to do it all
Just to know where it get to
Living dreams we can never afford
Now we sitting in the backseat
Sitting in the backseat
I got tattoos all over me and she ***** with that
I pull up in foreign whips and she ***** with that
A boss nigga, all the lame niggas copy cat
I pull up in that Phantom and she in that Jag
Tattoos all up on my chest, on my neck and back
I'm getting money sipping lean, nothing but act
A million dollars, that's nothing but taxes
I ball out every day, I don't know how to act
I'm dropping the top on my 'Rari
They stare at me when I'm in the party
I said, "baby, we made it", she said, "baby, we did"
I'm stunting on these ***** niggas, they know what it is
Now we in the backseat, turning up
And she high off the kush, we burning up
She roll one and smoke it, and we rolling
You already know, you know how this shit go

Soulja Boy - Bad - lyrics

Shit, I’m ridin around, Louie on my belt
And I’m ridin round the city in a foreign whip
She say she bad
Hop inside my whip
She say she bad
Girl come on over here
And just fly away, ride away
We can get gone, yea we can be gone
It’s alright, it’s alright
It’s alright, it’s alright
Ridin round, Louie on my belt
And I’m ridin round the city in a foreign whip
She say she bad
I pop in my whip
She say she bad
Come on over here
And just fly away, ride away
It’s alright, it’s alright
It’s alright, it’s alright
It’s alright, it’s alright
It’s alright
Hope inside it, go, here we go
Ridin in a Ghost, take a toast
Baby girl you bad and I don’t even have to boast
Baby girl you bad and I don’t even want the most
Take you cross the road, we goin on a foreign trip
Red bottom Sace walkin in a foreign whip
And she ridin in a foreign whip, foreign heels
She say she bad
Well hop up in my whip
See I’m ridin round, Louie on my belt
And I’m flexin through the city in a foreign whip
She say she bad, hop up in my whip
She say she bad, come on over here
And just fly away, ride away
It’s alright, it’s alright
It’s alright, it’s alright
It’s alright, it’s alright
See I’m flexin through the city with my clique
Baby girl, she say she hot
Well come on over here
She say she fly, well ride up on my jet
She say she fly
Well come on over here
And just fly away, ride away
It’s alright, it’s alright
It’s alright, it’s alright
It’s alright, yea
Yea
It’s alright, it’s alright
Alright, it’s alright
And we rollin rollin rollin
Gone gone gone
And we rollin rollin rollin
It’s alright, it’s alright
Yea

Soulja Boy - Boom - lyrics

[Intro]
BOOM! All I do is stunt, all I-all I do is stunt [4X]
[Soulja Boy - over intro]
Y'knahmsayin man? All the girls love me man
Pretty Boys in the building, I got millions
Told her like I tell that dude, just
[Chorus]
Watch me push the stunt button (BOOM) watch me watch me stunt
Watch me push the stunt button (BOOM) and watch me watch me stunt
Watch me push the stunt button (BOOM) watch me watch me stunt
Watch me push the stunt button (BOOM) watch me watch me stunt
[Soulja Boy]
Stuntin in the club, Soulja Boy a-poppin bottles (BOOM)
S.O.D. gang with them five star models (BOOM)
Lamborghini dashboard (BOOM) that shit is horizontal (BOOM)
*****in wit'cha boy I got (BOOM) hoes in different countries (BOOM)
S.O.D. gang man watch ya boy stunt
Your girlfriend I hit her more times than my blunt
You rappers I heat your ass up for the lunch
S.O.D. gang stuntin, boy now watch me stunt
BOOM! All I do is stunt, all I-all I do is stunt [4X]
[Chorus]
[Soulja Boy]
I'm tryin to stop stuntin, but I can't help it (BOOM)
Your girl spotted me in the club like a leopard (BOOM)
Boy stuntin hard (BOOM) cause every day I get my grind on (BOOM)
Fifty thousand diamonds in my mother*****in iPhone (stuntin)
Damn Soulja Boy, why you stuntin on that ass?
I'm breakin people necks everytime I ride past
I'm buyin bottles cash while you puttin it on your tab
***** you pull up to the slab, that's 300 on my dash
BOOM! All I do is stunt, all I-all I do is stunt [4X]
[Chorus]
[Soulja Boy]
Crank up the volume! Soulja Boy's rich (BOOM)
Every time I turn the corner I ***** a different ***** (BOOM)
Hundred on my wrist (BOOM) God damn I'm the shit (BOOM)
I think I'm 'bout to make even mo' money than 50 Cent (BOOM)
Drop top Bentley man I pulled it out my pocket
I slapped the car dealer in the face, nigga stop it
I'm pullin out the lot ***** cause I got guap *****
S.O.D. gang ain't gon' never *****in stop shit
BOOM! All I do is stunt, all I-all I do is stunt [4X]
[Chorus]
[repeat BOOM to fade]

Soulja Boy - All I Do Is Flex - lyrics

(Intro)
Soulja, live from the studio in Hollywood
(Hook)
J Totta, where you at?
Big Soulja, where you at?
Soulja Boy, I'm takin' ova, huh
Pull up to the club, chain-chains on my neck
Rug-round time and I'm sittin' in the vet
Got a lot of money, yeah, I got a lot of checks
All I do is flex, yeah, all I do is flex
All I do is flex, yeah, all I do is flex
All I do is flex, yeah, all I do is flex
All I do is flex, yeah, all I do is flex
All I do is flex, yeah, all I do is flex
All I do is flex, yeah, all I do is flex
(Verse)
Yeah, I'm king Soulja, hey, how ya doin'?
Ten chains on my neck, with some?
I be fresh as ***** when I'm on the red carpet
Smokin' on this kush, takin' off on this racket
Critter boy swag, but I still got pounds
Went through the hood, yeah, it's goin' down
Shout out to? tell 'em patch my crown
King Soulja, 33D, you know I'm in yo town
Aye, I'm on tour, sellin' out the shows
Sellin' all this kush, *****in' all these hoes
Pullin' up this lean, yeah, you know how high it goes
Soulja Boy been? I be rockin' both
Took ova the world, now I'mma take ova the next
Ridin' thru the hood, and catch me all up on a jet
Satellite my ears, crystal, I went all finnesse
Flex, be Soulja Boy, I want anotha check
Ah
(Hook)
J Totta, where you at?
Big Soulja, where you at?
Soulja Boy, I'm takin' ova, huh
Pull up to the club, chain-chains on my neck
Rug-round time and I'm sittin' in the vet
Got a lot of money, yeah, I got a lot of checks
All I do is flex, yeah, all I do is flex
All I do is flex, yeah, all I do is flex
All I do is flex, yeah, all I do is flex
All I do is flex, yeah, all I do is flex
All I do is flex, yeah, all I do is flex
All I do is flex, yeah, all I do is flex

Soulja Boy - 360 - lyrics

Smook [x3] Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, SODMGdotcom
White lam' that's, swag
Pull up to the club, I pop tags
Lil' Dre or Lil Smook?
360 bands, panoramic roof
I'm the truth, the boy swag hard
Black car white tint, oh my Lord
V.I.P status, all night partying
When I hit the club, Ima shut this shit down man
This right here a rich nigga talkin
See my in the club. there's a rich nigga walkin
A badass yellow bone, and she on my side
And when I leave the club, she gon hop up in my ride
That right there, is *****in SWAG
Hop up in that 2012 black jag
Lil Dre' or Lil Smook?
360 bands with the panoramic roof
360 bands, with the 360 bands
With the 360 bands, with the panoramic roof [x2]
See me in the club, that's a rich nigga talkin
See me in the streets, that's a rich nigga walkin
When I'm in my hood, that's a rich nigga trappin
When I'm on the mic, that's a rich nigga rappin
See me in the streets, all them trap niggas dappin me
See me with the club, yellow bones its catastrophe
Oh my God, Soulja Boy you goin ham
I pull up to the trap, that's some rich nigga goons
Rich nigga rims, yeah them *****es 24
Iced out brightlin got me stuntin on you hoes
That right there is poppin my tags
Step off in the club and I make it rain dollaz
Make it make it rain cause I came with the swag
Drop top benteley with the 360 tag
Poppin in the club, white team status
Ballin all night, Ima shut this shit down man
Young lil dre' or young lil smook?
360 bands with the panoramic roof [x3]
360 bands, with the 360 bands
With the 360 bands, with the panoramic roof [x2]
And I step inside the club
That right there is a rich nigga hug
And she wants me to bust off on her back
Took her to the crib and let the ***** drip
That right there is poppin my *****in collar
Fall off in the mall and bought everything you had
Oh my Lord, Soulja be be goin ham
Pull up to the hood in a rich nigga door
Rich nigga rims, its them 24
Going so hard, see them rich nigga clothes
Black and white diamonds, oh my God I'm shining
That right there is how to be stomp
That right there is how you flex
Ice plus ice plus, neck
Lil Dre' do his thang
Twitter at SouljaBoy I'm the *****in man
I said 360 bands
With the 360 bands [x2]
360 [x2] Panoramic roof
I got ya DJ Holiday..
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