Текст Soulja Boy – 5013 Intro

DZ
BZ
Sergeant

Fifty nigger, thirteen

My nigger yawn low did a lot of stag
That lour brief case that’s a lot of money
I hit the blog with a tonic chronic
You see my closet, that’s a ton of money
These niggers talking but don’t know the words
What a riot all my niggers instead of flipping words
For what your, I grind hard
So every time you see me bitch I shine hard
Rolex, that’s fifteen
Whole block, about ten bins
Infrared on the silencer
Disrespect yawn low on my silencer
It’s Soulja Boy in the funny ocean
Go low dead wiping Bentley slow motion
Middle finger to the fucking sky
I’m getting money, counting bread while I’m stupid high

Fifty nigger, thirteen
Everybody smoking, more green
I mix that purp with them B’s nigger

I walk outside my office everybody work
Five thousand bins, two pounds of purp
Time to hit the pussy nigger, the way it hurt
If you standing on this earth bitch go to work
In my turf we get in there first
Pull up, top off, her pussy get moist
She in love with the street nigger
And we in love with that beef nigger
Fuck, what you heard is fifty nigger
Thirteen fuck around and rip you nigger
My young nigger’s getting in quicker
Go low they Louie interior
Bitch I’m hungry I’m a take the pipe
Bitch I’m hungry I’m a break the Plock
Fuck what you heard bitch we going up
Niggers see my new chain start throwing us
Fudgy allows when we rolling up
Point at the Z nigger when we point up
Numb the shooters when we showing up
Number ocean gang toed up
Fuck what you heard he’s a lour nigger
Fuck what you heard he’s a lour nigger
I get it in just my dill wound
I get it in just my dill wound
Fifty, thirteen, bin
Hurt with them B