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5013 (intro) Lyrics


Soulja Boy 5013 (intro)


DZ
BZ
Sergeant

Fifty n..er, thirteen
Everybody smoking, more green
I mix that purp with them B's n..er
I mix that purp with them bins n..er
Fifty n..er, thirteen
Everybody smoking, more green
I mix that purp with them B's n..er
I mix that purp with them bins n..er

My n..er 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 n..ers talking but don't know the words
What a riot all my n..ers 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 f..cking sky
I'm getting money, counting bread while I'm stupid high

Fifty n..er, thirteen
Everybody smoking, more green

I mix that purp with them B's n..er
I mix that purp with them bins n..er
Fifty n..er, thirteen
Everybody smoking, more green
I mix that purp with them B's n..er
I mix that purp with them bins n..er

I walk outside my office everybody work
Five thousand bins, two pounds of purp
Time to hit the pussy n..er, 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 n..er
And we in love with that beef n..er
Fuck, what you heard is fifty n..er
Thirteen f..ck around and rip you n..er
My young n..er'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 n..er when we point up
Numb the shooters when we showing up
Number ocean gang toed up
Fuck what you heard he's a lour n..er
Fuck what you heard he's a lour n..er
I get it in just my dill wound
I get it in just my dill wound
Fifty, thirteen, bin
Hurt with them B



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