360 (Letra)

Soulja Boy

Hip Hop / Rap

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Smook [x3] Soulja Boy Tell ‘Em, SODMGdotcom
White lam’ that’s, swag
Pull up to the club, I pop tags
Lil’ Dre or Lil Smook?
360 bands, panoramic roof
I’m the truth, the boy swag hard
Black car white tint, oh my Lord
V.I.P status, all night partying
When I hit the club, I’m a shut this shit down man
This right here a rich nigga talkin
See my in the club. there’s a rich nigga walkin
A badass yellow bone, and she on my side
And when I leave the club, she gon hop up in my ride
That right there, is fuckin SWAG
Hop up in that 2012 black jag
Lil Dre’ or Lil Smook?
360 bands with the panoramic roof

360 bands, with the 360 bands
With the 360 bands, with the panoramic roof [x2]

See me in the club, that’s a rich nigga talkin
See me in the streets, that’s a rich nigga walkin
When I’m in my hood, that’s a rich nigga trappin
When I’m on the mic, that’s a rich nigga rappin
See me in the streets, all them trap niggas dappin me
See me with the club, yellow bones it’s catastrophe
Oh my God, Soulja Boy you goin ham
I pull up to the trap, that’s some rich nigga goons
Rich nigga rims, yeah them bitches 24
Iced out brightlin got me stuntin on you hoes
That right there is poppin my tags
Step off in the club and I make it rain dollaz
Make it make it rain cause I came with the swag

Drop top benteley with the 360 tag
Poppin in the club, white team status
Ballin all night, I’m a shut this shit down man
Young lil dre’ or young lil smook?
360 bands with the panoramic roof [x3]

360 bands, with the 360 bands
With the 360 bands, with the panoramic roof [x2]

And I step inside the club
That right there is a rich nigga hug
And she wants me to bust off on her back
Took her to the crib and let the pussy drip
That right there is poppin my fuckin collar
Fall off in the mall and bought everything you had
Oh my Lord, Soulja be be goin ham
Pull up to the hood in a rich nigga door
Rich nigga rims, it’s them 24
Going so hard, see them rich nigga clothes
Black and white diamonds, oh my God I’m shining
That right there is how to be stomp
That right there is how you flex
Ice plus ice plus, neck
Lil Dre’ do his thang
Twitter at SouljaBoy I’m the fuckin man
I said 360 bands

With the 360 bands [x2]
360 [x2] Panoramic roof
I got ya DJ Holiday…

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360 (Letra)

Reel Big Fish

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come on, yeah

Yo i’m from l i fella, vison had you tune into my figgida
(?)
Microphone is mobile
Holding mic’s is so while i be just day dreaming
Drop for like, nine months, and rock from backyards to
Fronts
Who wants to live the gutter life, we got sidewalks to walk,
Baby
I need a chick with big potatoes to mash, baby
Hang like parachutes, i’ve been floating for years
Went from rapping in cars to rapping careers
One beer, two beers, i got the gift like santa
I go from ny to dc, and down to atlanta
Make you fly like propellor, we be down in the cellor
What i guess you call the basement, cause thats where all
The bass went
When we turn it up a notch, old school like ed kotch
Toss my foot up in the air and grab my crotch
Who am i? michael, keep the music on a cycle
So we can finish up the flow within your fro
Word out

This is called frozen style
Shatter your teeth style
Freeze like artic style y’all

Come on
Check it out
I’m the p to the o to the s
Known to pinpoint the flow to the chest
So wear your vest, nibble the thighs and breast on
Vanessa
Had to sneak it cause her moms kept me under pressure
As the sun appears to rise and set
Some cats live for the hood cause it’s as good as it gets
But my plot is much thicker, i move it much quicker
Three-hundred and sixty mile to the p h
So i’m balanced, not a fella to fall
Connecting the dots, i got two propellors in awe
Went from ghetto to the meadow
Seen all degrees of hot, and froze when i was not
Like lot, my lady threw salt in the game
Invested cheese in the mouse who sent pork into fame
Now you hear my name being screamed on the ride of life
It’s too late to get of, to get off

We in the house y’all, we in the house y’all
We about to get evicted, there ain’t no lights or liquid
The bills ain’t paid and last week we had a raid
Cause we partied too much but that’s my family’s trade
Invited all of my folks, and yo all my folks stayed
They tried to silence our shit, but we just pushed up the
Fade
Sat back to charge a dollar, hadn’t got paid
And called on the band and got stupid when the keyboard
Played

(talking in backround)

Keeping funky with the propellerheads y’all

Now listen
You see, i’m here to usher the pain with no relief
But still get the "great scotts, are you a thief?"
"seems like you got a mouth full of gold.." records
Sorry for that, platinum plaque soon to come
Till then propellor got me working the drum
For a fee so notifi the foe looking for the fumble
I hear you want to rumble on the mic, so check it out
How you want it, i got it — oh yeah?

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De La Soul

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Tricky:
I’ll be beggin’ please
Three-sixty degrees
Me a better man
Me a better man
I’ll be beggin’ please
Three-sixty degrees
A better man
Make me a better man

I’ll be beggin’ please
Three-sixty degrees
Make a better man
Make a better man
I’ll be beggin’ please
Three-sixty degrees
Make a better man
Make a better man

I’m on my knees
Three-sixty degrees
Make a better man
Make a better man
Make a better man
Make a better man

I’m beggin’ please
Three-sixty degrees
Me a better man
Make a better man
I’ll be beggin’ please
Three-sixty degrees

Tricky and Martina:
Make a better man

Martina:
Make a better man