Soulja Boy – Crack Lyrics
Artist: Soulja Boy
Song: Crack
(n#gg#s tried to finish me off— tried to finish me off) Soulja, Soulja
(I get right up— I get right up) I started this sh#t
SOD Money Gang, 685 levels, highest rapper alive (SOD Money Gang— SOD Money Gang)
Highest rapper alive, the iciest rapper alive (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Call me king (b#tch), just like Lil B (B)
I tell every n#gg# ‘cross the world hate on me (b#tch)
If you fake on me (b#tch), you gon’ rest in peace (b#tch)
Your career deceased (b#tch), I am a beast (b#tch)
Off the f#ckin’ leash (b#tch), I spit crack, man (b#tch)
No baking soda (b#tch), high octane (b#tch)
I obtain the motherf#ckin’ crown
I am Soulja Tell’Em, what the f#ck you gonna say now? Hol’ on (b#tch, b#tch)
Soulja (Soulja)
I started this sh#t, SOD Money Gang, 685 levels, highest rapper alive
Here’s The Drama King, DJ Kay Slay AKA Slap Your Favorite DJ
You rockin’ with my n#gg# Woogie right here— Woogie right here (Highest rapper alive, the iciest rapper alive)
Blast that shit— Blast that sh#t (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Call me king (b#tch), just like Lil B (B)
I tell every n#gg# ‘cross the world hate on me (b#tch)
If you fake on me (b#tch), you gon’ rest in peace (b#tch)
Your career deceased (b#tch), I am a beast (b#tch)
Off the f#ckin’ leash (b#tch), I spit crack, man (b#tch)
No baking soda (b#tch), high octane (b#tch)
I obtain the motherf#ckin’ crown
I am Soulja Tell’Em, what the f#ck you gonna say now? Hol’ on (b#tch, b#tch)
12-gauge shotty (b#tch), shoot him in his stomach
Have him runnin’ out the party (b#tch), vomit in the bag
And everybody slumber party (b#tch), and Soulja Tell’Em
He got hoes, everybody knows (b#tch)
All of my flows (b#tch), the lyrical criminal
Not to mention the flow high octane suspension, oh (b#tch)
Oh, he said, “Hol’ on, did you hear that shit?”
(Oh) f#ck you mean, anybody you is with?
SOD the clique (b#tch), we the highest, hottest, richest, flyest n#gg#s livin’, b#tch (Ah)
Everybody know my f#ckin’ name from Spain to Japan, I’m the king, man (b#tch)
Soulja Tell’Em (b#tch), how many times I gotta tell ’em (b#tch)
Before the whole city f#ckin’ feel ’em? (b#tch)
Before the whole nation f#ckin’ kill ’em? (b#tch)
What were they dealin’? (b#tch) I would not will ’em (b#tch)
I am so real, check out the rhythm
The hottest rapper livin’ (b#tch)
The iciest rapper on the f#ckin’ planet (History, b#tch)
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Release Year: 2005