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Great Seal

Poured up in the asphalt

Fuck these niggers talking about?

Many abide, a large amount

More we serve them, offer our houses

It's time that we show our district we been spent in

It's time that we go in and show them we went in

Twenty twelve, we smashing

Ocean Gang, we splashing

All of this money

Make it like it's magic

Fuck what you heard cause you can't check my pockets

When I drive this here, it's a topic

It's a pocket

It's a profit

Pretty Boy gangster

Yeah Pretty Boy goblin

Pretty Boy moving

Yeah Pretty boy mobbing

Nigger won't be then

You know it's no squashing

Fuck is he talking?

Yeah I'm on they're jet

Yeah I'm over seas

Yeah she give me neck

Yeah in bathroom I swaged her with tattoos

You talk shit, huh

Nigger we will bless you

Blast do

Yeah he ain't even worth it

Nigger talking but he can't check that we're fit

When I'm south side

Riding, you see me

When I'm on the west side

Post it on their TV

Niggers want to be me

I'm moving in 3D

I'm so swaged up

These niggers can't see me

Fuck what you heard bitch

If Soulja on swag doe

Fifty thirteen KP raw bro what's happening?

Tell her we smashing the city on b small

I pulled up in Maseratti

Don't hold looking like he's on

Goddamn, she's throw

Hoe hitting my phone

But wish funk a soldier

I ride around with three phones

Dope boy swag

Swag out the asphalt

Don't nigger keep on asking

I'm a give them what they ask for

Pulled up in a tour bus

Followed by an armored truck

Followed by that Bentley

In the back of that old armored truck

Goddamn you the Little Dre

Check on one hundred K

Fuck what you heard

I'm his son, the wing man

Nigger know I'm dead nigger

I fuck around with John Doe

Jane popped up

And make your click take her swim doe

Clearing out the lobby

Death warts a young low

I don't move sloppy

Killers in Toronto

Niggers hit my phone once they're going to be a mission

Mission accomplished

Bitch that's a ticket

Soulja Boy tell them

You know I'm on cloud nine

On the west cost

They looking for us now

Nine on my hip, I don't slip

I'm a blast it

You talking there fuck shit

Your body ain't casket

Soulja Boy tell them

Fifty thirteen

Now fuck off with KP

We get green in-between

These fucking niggers can't see me

Cause I'm so outer space

Bitch I'm on Mars

All night fuck around catch that case

I'm flying in on my jet though

I'm flying in on my flown car

Goddamn this Little Dre

So I'm like a movie star

My life is a film dog

Goddamn I'm in though

Soulja Boy tell them

Where is the killers

Call up my niggers

They'll kill you first thriller

We dump your damn body

Off up in that river

I came out the ocean

My third eye is open

Really is nothing

My whole click is stunning

Ocean Gang nigger

You know we get cash homes

Hoped out that water

Then I turn my splash on

Goddamn you little Dre

Double cut my starter foam

Everybody getting high

Dirty spiting no patron

Fuck what you heard bitch

My mansion's a ball it

Fuck what you heard bitch

Don't girl keep on them calling

Fuck what you heard

Louie V on my wallet

Niggers that's rat's racks

MCM bad pat

And I take off

Shout's out they jay clean

We get so much money

For what don't nigger think

Hit my phone line

They up on my phone line

You know that I do shine

You know that I do grind

That I do time

We take a note

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