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Soulja Boy 2 Milli Lyrics [Soulja Boy] I did what I wanted, n-ggas did what they could a lion wouldnt cheat but a Tiger would I only keep real n-ggas in my stable a million dollar chain, Im feeling like Guccis label so icey I really dont care haters green as a pool table and they twice as square had to cut a couple b-tches, them n-ggas need stitches Im getting money out the tree yall n-ggas getting switches similar to Nas, I need a mic though chop the bread up, Tae Kwon Do they pass me the game like Tom Brady these rappers chances looking slim just like shady [Verse 2] n-ggas locked behind my bars Im taking out prisoners sit back relax recieving my residual think this song is dope sht wait til you see the visual please brace yourself this sh-t about to get critical let it be known I got rappers on my hit list I got so many gifts you would swear I stole Christmas word to the Grinch b-tch my style will switch quick i knew this all along I was waiting just to hit the kill switch since day one man your boy been the truth broke so many records like Im in the glass booth like Im in the glass studio breaking out barriers back when crime mob was screaming Ellenwood Area n-gga I aint scared of ya, never ever will be Im screaming Im the best till these rappers kill me make the people feel me like the blind men do on your girl head so much like her favourite shampoo lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com Im travelling where I want, souljas vacation my mind is so free, emanicapation proclamation Im so hot, haters evaporating 6 b-tches on my d-ck Im elimidating Im high every friday just like smokey Im spitting real sh-t, these n-ggas spitting Karaoke hit stick with the flow just like Madden Im so high on my carpet feeling like Alladin I spit hot flames b-tch just like a dragon and my pants saggin spell it backwards n-ggas n-ggas get heated when they see the coupe on i dont give a f-ck got my Pyrex suit on Ima keep rapping til the fans hear the best of me Im cooking up the game b-tch yeah I got the recipe you aint gotta like me just please respect it hip hop is dead n-gga let me resurrect it microphone check it, uno, dos, tres, Ima keep spitting til they crown me the best the rap games a mess, let me clean it up its a pigsty they going ham give it up [Verse 3] flying down the highway a million on the dashboard you cant start my car up unless you got the password Im something like a prophecy spit so properly when my album drops watch how many rappers copy me haters opinions are obsolete dont make pop music so it aint no pop in me and my brains a b-tch where she at when I need her ya pack nines, I pack nine kilometers ya didnt want beef why would ya start it cameras flashing like you walking down the red carpet first you was nameless now imma make you famous hit you with the stainless and leave your ass brainless best rapper [End] Drop any corrections in the comments and I will update. If you dont like his craft you cant knock his grind. He is no longer a one hit wonder. Look what happened to J-Kwon. Soulja boy kept going and is still relevant (yeah I said it!). He has embraced web 2.0 and practically owns the internet. If you like this check out Soulja Boys Successful with lyrics. Oh and he has a book coming out. Might be worth a read if you are an upcoming artist looking to break into the music biz. Let me know what you think?