Soulja Boy - Three Times lyrics

[Soulja Boy - Three Times lyrics]

Bossed up, bitch I'm back at it
One mill one day I know my mathematics
Young soulja boy my whole life is fantastic
Rap game face similar to that down plastic
I'ma switch lane with 2 chains, like 2 chains
Shout out to all my niggas
Reppin that new gang
Ocean gang sod till they kill me
Middle finger to them bitches
Who don't feel me
Young ass beezy, I made that shit look easy
Tell them bitches that pussy wet
When they see me
I'm on tv, it's that new mixtape
Tell them haters fix their face
Young ass beezy, I made that shit look easy
Tell them bitches that pussy wet
When they see me
I'm on tv, it's that new mixtape
Tell them haters fix their face
Let's chop it up
Let's get down to the bizness
Real shit, I'm a savage
I don't leave no witness
I'ma keep this shit one million
Yep like 100 million
I'ma stack my cake so high
That shit gonna touch the ceiling
Siding on my ceilings high because
I'm in the mansion
20 million cash I drop that
Bitch next to the hamptons
Tell them folks to check my history
It's a mystery that AK leave you history
I pack a bitch in about 60 deep
20 goons may 60 creeps hit
60 licks in one week
Straight up nigga real talk
I get cash with the fuck you thought
Lil drey from the west side
Niggas know that's the best side
Talking down on the zone one
The Ak ima let it
Slide hop out the jet black cadiliac 4 deep
Pussy niggas don't know me, I
Chop down the oz
I break it down and pass around
Riding through my fucking town
Bitch you know it's going down
When I'm high I'm going up 40 on that hummer
Truck I grab tha lean and pour it up
I grab a and pull it up
Pussy nigga talking shit
Nigga I ain't even gotta talk
Sod is what I bought, sod is what I brought
Man I'll fucking kill them
Niggers don't fucking feel it
Sod I'm reminiscent
About the old days and my old ways
In a new jig I know they mad
A hundred mill made the passing
Got too many cash in my little pocket
In my right pocket got a pistol though
Talking shit, bitch, I'm a let it go
Yeah we in this bitch, swag on a hundred
Standing on the couch
Everybody's getting blunted
America's most wanted
It's an honor to be here
I don't have no opponents
Get them out of here
Don't compare me to no lames
Bitch I make it rain
Nine wars on my fucking chain soulja Boy
I tell them yo I'm standing out of my brain
Never give a fuck like I'm
Young drey bizz yeah I know
That you heard of me
Put me on tv, put wherever you want to
I'ma still look like a prophet, nigga stop it
Doing a sold out concert in Belfast
Warning I'm hot, I'm scorching
I know it, a billion

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