Soulja Boy tell 'em!
Hopped up out the box,
hobo swag on,
Took a look in some water said what's up
Yeah i got no money ( no) [x2]
hobo swag on
It's my turn, now turn it up
Yeah, yeah
I put my dirty t. on, and sing this song
and they say its time to shut up
Yeah, yeah
I got a question why yah richer than me,
I got a question why yah richer than me
I ain't did nothing to 'em, but drop out of college
And put my dirty t. on, now my whole clic stunning
Boy what's up, yeah
Boy what's up, yeah
When I was 9 years old have a tumer in my head
and i was I'm gonna die what i was told
(Soulja Boy tell 'em)
Boy what's up, yeah
Hopped up out the box
hobo swag on
Took a look in some water said what's up
Yeah i get no money (ooh) [x2]
im on crack again,
i quit for awhile but now im going back...
Yeah, yeah
what i do is wrong,
when i bend over people have a fit
Yeah, yeah
I told the docter my story, dont know where im from
mom dad left when i was young, boy what's up
Yeah, yeah
Now you can see me spit
i cant read a ryme
i cant even get a job as a clown
Say what's up
Yeah, yeah
Hopped up out the box
hobo swag on
Took a look in some water said what's up
Yeah I'm got no money (ooh) [x2]
[Thanks to Destany for these lyrics]
[Thanks to Boot for correcting these lyrics]
Sunday, July 5, 2009
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Tuesday, June 2, 2009
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adverb- a verb that helps the nounarticle-the word I,an,a
conjunction-a combination of two words to make one
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why parents should be honest is because they just should.i mean if they dont then they will regret it later.if i was adopted i would not want them to wait till im older.that would be dishonest.they say to be honest.they dont do it there self they cant exspect us to.
when i get out of 8 grade i am going to go to new york.i am going to have a graduating party.i will probaly go to new rock city.thats a game mall in new york.it will be great.ill probaly invite some friends.
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Friday, May 29, 2009
The year was good
Whether you’re from the suburbs or the hood
It was full of love and laughter
Boring work and heartbreak followed after
It was full of entertainment wither you were jumped in lab
Or just playing on the computer in the computer lab
But every kid hates getting up at the crack of dawn
But when they come to school they act like hell spawns
That part of me is dead and gone
Sike
But the year is coming close to an end
Time to pack your bags and say good bye to your friends
Time of sad and sorrow
But when I leave I know I won’t miss you tomorrow
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Monday, May 11, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
thatcher daquan romello
/romello/the blue shoe-dont juge a book by its cover
/thatcher/got to learn to move on
/daquan/be who you are
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Maybach Music!
[Chorus - John Legend:]
Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin',
Gold Emblem with 2 M's in it, this living is so magnificent, stop dreaming it, I'm living it
(Oh I), I can show you, show you better that I can tell you, I can show you, Oh I
[Verse 1 - Rick Ross:]
I'm tha magnificient with tha sensational style, far from bein' shallow cause she caught me wit a smile,
try to figure out my style, baby that will take a minute but if all we got is time,
you can't be actin' timid, so we back to playin tennis, we been goin' back and forth,
she the one that I adore, so I tried it in aurar,
conscience intervened concentrating on my cream, I'm tha king, make a move, pawns all tha way to queens,
I'm a don, I'm a boss, I'm a profit, I'm a g, I'm a CEO which means that I profit off of me (Yea!).
All white T's still rockin' my Nike Airs, fresh outta flight school, cause I'm fly right? (Yea!)
Ain't nothin free, I'm chargin'to breathe air, if it's not a Maybach, really who da hell cares?
My money long, my nigga my money strong, if you ain't gettin' money dat mean you done somethin' wrong (Boss!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Rick Ross:]
I'm tha magnificient with tha sensational style,
down to all of my automobiles wit no miles, yellow corvettes, black rally stripes, and I never phone ahead,
all she do is hear the pipes, project bitches, upscale kittens, fuck her for a minute then now we countin' digits,
Maybach money so I always had a vision, I would always tell ma niggas but... ain't nobody listened.
Words work magic, haters wreak havoc, there ain't nothin'on my back but the delicates of fabrics.
I made a transition from the thieves, to the biggest executive Def Jam's ever seen.
Only yours dream, Sean John suit and a S. Dot ring, Sean Don for my crew, bad hoes in pursuit,
Masspike on a two, Gunplay he a glue goon wit a attitude (Holla!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Rick Ross:]
I'm tha magnificient with tha sensational style, when I decorate a home, marble flooring like Da Nile,
nigga you a clown, here's the number you should dial, ye start wit 305 but we end at 4 pounds.
Stop at ... old pound, for life is a ??, all them Carol City killers, feel liking you broke down,
money is a must tommy guns on a bus, Allan Zamren on the case, so you know what you can suck,
wear red all the time but really I'm colour blind, wanna catch my attention nigga, throw up a dollar sign.
One time for tha Crips, young g's buyin cribs and I smoke wit Vice Lords when I visit Mississip.
The game never change, money still a focal, but its time to rape tha game like Puffy did Total,
like Rev Run in the tub still smokin', in memory of Shakir, Boss gotta shout Oakland!
[Chorus]
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thather what were u going to tell me post it and delete this after u read this
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