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they said (i wouldn't make it) - soulja boy tell 'em lyrics

[intro: soulja boy tell ’em]
soulja!

[chorus: soulja boy tell ’em]
you know they said i wouldn’t make it, you know they said i wouldn’t make it
you know they said i wouldn’t make it, you know they said i wouldn’t make it
you know she said i wouldn’t make it, you know he said i wouldn’t make it
now look at they faces, look at all of they faces
you know they said i wouldn’t make it, you know they said i wouldn’t make it
you know they said i wouldn’t make it, you know they said i wouldn’t make it
you know she said i wouldn’t make it, you know he said i wouldn’t make it
now look at they faces, look at all of they faces

[verse 1: soulja boy tell ’em]
you know they said i wouldn’t make it, now that i’m counting my paper
sitting here near my haters, saying hi to my haters
[?] sky scr*per
smoking up kush, and sippin on lean, [?]
whippin and flippin my paper, in love with my swagger
[?] diamonds sp*ctular, in love with vanacular
hey hey hey
it’s a good day, a hundred k up in my bank
throwin weight, making cake
do something and beat the case
look at the look on his face
he said i wouldn’t make it, i know that he hating
he asking for favors, i’m smoking on all flavors

[verse 2: cap*1]
you know that they said i wouldn’t make it, now look at the same n*ggas’ faces
i spent a [?] on sneakers, [?] stack on the braselet
and i do not have time to play, og gass come from the bank
and i got some hoes in la, they bout to land here today
pull up in that new farrari, i’m talking 4 58
forgiato with some models, make it right back today
my migo bring it in, the blue hundreds got me feeling like i’m nico
i hit your b*tch like a freak though, rich the cartell, and soulja carledo
steady worriing about me though
i’m pimpin, i’m layed back, chillin, got b*tches coming over, n*gga bout to get them millions from the dealership
without the ceiling, i’m f*cking your baby mama with rubber
talking sh*t, my n*gga go trilla
and that’s how we k!ll it
before this rapping, i was trapping in buildings
look at me, look at your b*tch, and my b*tch brezillian
n*gga changing like the paint is camelion
king of my city, and a n*gga still in
i make that work stretch like [?]
pull up like [?]
n*gga, i’m gone

- soulja boy tell em lyrics

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