Texty:
D Side Everything About You

she died, sexy suicide Sweet nothings for the Nam, you feel where I'm coming from Have no fear, everything's is fine, my girl parties all the time Did you

a wrap If you hatin? better pump your brakes Don?t get mad 'cause the kids fans and they watchin? my face We love you, Soulja Boy We love you, Soulja Boy We love you

K-Town, West side, South side Murder us for the money that's why I'm known to kick a hard rhyme Whatever set you represent throw it up If you buck or

H-E-A-D All you washed up hoes tryin to throw that P You're just a big freak, you better not complain When you hear these cocktails and you hear your

same thing make you laugh make you cry That's right, the same game that make you mad could make you die It's a dice game, and sometimes you crap Who woulda thought you'd

a passing acquaintance But there was once you You said you hate my suffering, and you understood And you'd take care of me You'd always be there, where are you

Talk About Grime And They Told Me To Shut This Down Ima Do It Tonight ...... Ima Do It Tonight Im Skpta Im That Guy And Im D-I-D-D-Y Boy Betta Know

you know what? Bitch im about to Blow Up! La, La La La La, La La La, La La La La, La La Left side Life side eh, Right side Right side uh huh, Left side

Like when you used to cut and had to go to the back of the line Look back and you find tracks that make you relax and recline Now cats rap about packing