Soulja Boy, Arab SODMG - Ending All Da Beef lyrics
[Soulja Boy, Arab SODMG - Ending All Da Beef lyrics]
Soulja Boy, Arab in the building
We ending all the beef right now
Y'all niggas gon' shoot by us
So shut the fuck up, nigga!
Now let me tell you who the fuck I be
Soulja mothafuckin' B
I be rep Chi-Lanta Ville
So get the fuck up off of me
Stacks On Deck, ENT
Whip doe with that palm tree
Man we got the pistol
'Cause you niggas wanna fuck with me
I'm gon' make it rain but I
Ain't talkin' bout no money
Got the choppa on deck, and
I'm aiming at you, dummy
With da rubberband chain let it
Hang on my neck when I get up on the mic
I puttin' all you hoes in check
Go for pussy ass niggas talkin'
Bout they want some beef
I got me some Bathing Apes
And they try to copy me
Man, sit yo ass down with
The busted ass Jay's
I'm the realest in this ho
I steal my city if you break
Nigga ask about me in yo town
I'm the one who shut it down
From State to State
Soulja Boy do shows and do heavy weight
I don't give a fuck
'cause my clique about that action
If you run up off me wrong
Then my thumbs gon' get the blessin'
Ho, you diss Arab, so I gotta get you back
Nigga I heard all yo songs and
Every one I heard was wack
So if it isn't lust the night, then let it go
And when they cut the lights on
You other niggas on the flow bitch!
Yo I'm fresh up out da chain
With my colors rearrange
Too much ice around my neck it
Got a nigga feelin' strange 30
30, sixty mans, nigga whatever you call it
Standing in the top grands
Say you know a nigga ballin'
16, just a little baby, you think it's a lie
Concrete through my hood watch and
The red touch yo eye money comin' up
Nigga I got five-to-five stackers
And I am the bomb, bitch
Like a fuckin' firecracker
Who you think you supposed to be
Blowin' in your fuckin' TV
And my clique will knock and down and
Stach ya Jay's up off ya feet
I got fans everywhere
Lined up to take my picture
If you haters don't know me
You could ask yo little sister
Hair braided all right
And I'm finna hit the show
You might see me in yo city
'cause they Rab-it on the flow
All you haters
Y'all ain't even gotta buy my new CD
You hear my name everywhere you
Go, even on TV, nigga
Bitch ass niggas y'all muh'fuckers
Quit hatin' nigga
We goin' round us and get the fuck over
Yahh, bitch, yahh! A-C T-IO-N
Oooh you don't want it ho
We bout da action, ho we bout da action, ho
We bout da action, ho we bout da action, ho
Man I hope ya'll niggas love this shit
But, I was just wondering
Do you want me to diss you so you
Could get a little bit more fame
Or you want me to diss you 'cause
Ya'll niggas really don't like us?
Take dat back, 'til then
You don't want it, ho you don't want it, ho
You don't want it, ho you don't want it, ho
You don't want it, ho
You could boo before a show as
I'ma come to your city and I'm a bring the
Whole mothafuckin' Mississippi River yahhh!
I got me some Jay's i got me some Jay's
I got me some Jay's i got me some Jay's
We ending all the beef right now
Y'all niggas gon' shoot by us
So shut the fuck up, nigga!
Now let me tell you who the fuck I be
Soulja mothafuckin' B
I be rep Chi-Lanta Ville
So get the fuck up off of me
Stacks On Deck, ENT
Whip doe with that palm tree
Man we got the pistol
'Cause you niggas wanna fuck with me
I'm gon' make it rain but I
Ain't talkin' bout no money
Got the choppa on deck, and
I'm aiming at you, dummy
With da rubberband chain let it
Hang on my neck when I get up on the mic
I puttin' all you hoes in check
Go for pussy ass niggas talkin'
Bout they want some beef
I got me some Bathing Apes
And they try to copy me
Man, sit yo ass down with
The busted ass Jay's
I'm the realest in this ho
I steal my city if you break
Nigga ask about me in yo town
I'm the one who shut it down
From State to State
Soulja Boy do shows and do heavy weight
I don't give a fuck
'cause my clique about that action
If you run up off me wrong
Then my thumbs gon' get the blessin'
Ho, you diss Arab, so I gotta get you back
Nigga I heard all yo songs and
Every one I heard was wack
So if it isn't lust the night, then let it go
And when they cut the lights on
You other niggas on the flow bitch!
Yo I'm fresh up out da chain
With my colors rearrange
Too much ice around my neck it
Got a nigga feelin' strange 30
30, sixty mans, nigga whatever you call it
Standing in the top grands
Say you know a nigga ballin'
16, just a little baby, you think it's a lie
Concrete through my hood watch and
The red touch yo eye money comin' up
Nigga I got five-to-five stackers
And I am the bomb, bitch
Like a fuckin' firecracker
Who you think you supposed to be
Blowin' in your fuckin' TV
And my clique will knock and down and
Stach ya Jay's up off ya feet
I got fans everywhere
Lined up to take my picture
If you haters don't know me
You could ask yo little sister
Hair braided all right
And I'm finna hit the show
You might see me in yo city
'cause they Rab-it on the flow
All you haters
Y'all ain't even gotta buy my new CD
You hear my name everywhere you
Go, even on TV, nigga
Bitch ass niggas y'all muh'fuckers
Quit hatin' nigga
We goin' round us and get the fuck over
Yahh, bitch, yahh! A-C T-IO-N
Oooh you don't want it ho
We bout da action, ho we bout da action, ho
We bout da action, ho we bout da action, ho
Man I hope ya'll niggas love this shit
But, I was just wondering
Do you want me to diss you so you
Could get a little bit more fame
Or you want me to diss you 'cause
Ya'll niggas really don't like us?
Take dat back, 'til then
You don't want it, ho you don't want it, ho
You don't want it, ho you don't want it, ho
You don't want it, ho
You could boo before a show as
I'ma come to your city and I'm a bring the
Whole mothafuckin' Mississippi River yahhh!
I got me some Jay's i got me some Jay's
I got me some Jay's i got me some Jay's