Soulja Boy - Last Supper Lyrics

I wanna fuckin feel this shit, y'know?

You already know, bandkids to fuck with me
Huh, huh
Suave
Boom!


Niggas chose 15
Seconds of fame
Over the 15

VVS diamonds, they shine in the rain

Pour it up back, I remember the pain

I was dead broke, used to rock a fake chain
Now every-day, we hop on a plane
Did a few shows,
Save that shit up, it's about to get rainy

Momma said this gun, for her safety
Bitch so bad, might give her a baby
She so happy, I hit on the daily
Offer the , he be talking 'bout ladies



Is you outside, nigga?
Have to shoot that nigga, what time, nigga?
And it's all black (black)
, ice so cold, feel like the winter
Got two bad ho's, fuck her, yeah
Shoot them with 12, , yeah
Little handshake, then, fuck her
Why you on her, like it's her last supper?

Yeah, and I'm drippin' like water
Ooh, bounce back and I'll fuck on your thot, mmh
Yeah, twenty shows, I don't know where I'm at
Yeah, fifty bands on my sack


Y-yeah, Trix are for kids
I throw the money, just for the bands
Bellows, just strip a big booty babe
I hit that bitch in the back of my crib


Lil nigga talking, he know that I made it
Shoot, choppa
These niggas talking, they know that I made it


Yeah, yuh nigga eat your motherfuckin' plate
Pop in the and now I'm in the race
Whippin' up dope right in your face
Calling my lawyer, I'm getting a case


I'm with Soulja, hop in a rover
I thought I told you, we 'takin over
Whippin up bands,
Smoking on dope




Bandkids, we blow like a bomb,
I got some money, gave it to my mom
And she bought us a lawn
Hit the lil bitch then I pass the baton
I take a flight to Milan
Bad bitch, she

Niggas gonna hate when they my song
I'm at the top, king kong
Back in my high school, y'all didn't get along
Everything I do is wrong
Bitch got a thong
Cut the dummies on me prom
You know what we smokin, we smokin this strong, as if I didn't belong


No, you don't want smoke
Big Draco at your front door, we pose
Make a wrong move, shoot off your nose
Shot out the Benz, my young nigga kick in your door

I need some lean, pour up a four
Fuck it, fucking your bitch, fucking your ho
Yuh, the diamond chain rainbow
I put the rap game in the three-four
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