Soulja Season Soulja Boy

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[Intro]
(Ayy, hoop, where you at, nigga?)
Ayy, ayy
You already know, man
Ayy, ayy, Draco
I'm the first rapper doing this shit
Yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah
Yeah (Draco), yeah

[Chorus]
Soulja season, Soulja season, Soulja season, Soulja season
Soulja season, Soulja season, Soulja season, Soulja season
Soulja season, nigga, I ain't tryna fuckin' talk (Ain't tryna talk, nigga)
Tryna count this motherfuckin' guap (Huh)

[Verse 1]
Black card, black rims, black bitch, I'm really rich
Nigga play with gang, I'ma X that boy up off the list (List)
White house, livin' like the president (Nigga, damn)
Get rich, bitch, I think I'm 50 Cent
Slide on 'em, ride on 'em (Yeah), bitch, we outside on 'em (Yeah)
Soulja season, beef with niggas, nigga, ain't no peace treaty (Ain't no peace treaty)
Ran up some M's, I broke my wrist, I think they mad at me (Boom)
Ten chains on my neck, I'm the swag daddy (Swag)
White wrist, white bitch (Boom), back up in drip, king (Damn)
Flippin' on my wrist (Brrr), nigga leanin' like a kickstand
Take the jet to Brazil, then I'm out to Amsterdam (Amsterdam)
Back to West Atlanta, 'bout to make the door slam