Eeny-Meeny-Miny-Moe

The soulja boy never let you go

You gotta man he ain't got to know

And tell your friends keep it on the low (ya heard!)







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The way - you - make - me - feel

Make me wanna run wit you

Such a boy can I roll wit you

I'm always lovin' you 







Check it out

You and ya girls come follow me

I'm the ghetto Bill Gates, they call me Master P

I learnt in the 3rd don't trust your fo'z

I gotta couple diamonds with a mouth fulla gold

Platinum on the wrist, Bentley in the dri-i-i-ve

I learnt in the bricks how to slang and survi-i-i-ve

We No Limit Soldiers till the day that we die

And all my souljas rest, raise ya hands up high











How do you do my senorita

Finally say "I'm glad to meet ya"

Take you out the ghetto and then I'll treat ya

I won't let you cry and I'll never beat ya

Ya got a man, I hope he can keep ya

Hit me on the cell or on the beepa

Roll a 600 Benz to the spot I'ma freak ya

Then pick a hotel that me and you can creep too



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I'll be your soulja girl

Ain't nothin' like my soulja boy

I'll be your soulja girl







I need a soulja boy ready to go to war

A fire boy with 20'z on his car

When I need some love he won't be far

I need a ride or die thug that can work dat {?}(that's me)

Talk that talk, but keep it real

And never stop but plays the bills

And I love the way he makes me feel

Thats why this soulja girls gonna keep it real











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Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!  

No Limit Soldiers can't be stop



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Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!