Soulja Boy - Mean Flow lyrics

I pull up in my drop top beamer soldiers tell em so cleaner

Number one you never seen her

And I’m asking chillin on the beach, catch me stuntin

And I pull up the press and buttons, every song we’re doing normal oh

And why they’re asking, niggas know that I’m that nigga

Number one hoes hit me up on Twitter I’m the one

Stay pull and fresh and this fashion

Then we pull up like is magic and we’re ready for that action

Hold on.


I make art my flow is so master piece I kill it

The only track, niggas get their f*cking head pill

And they nothing I pull the press and buttons

I’m stunting and so D money can we all in and nothing


Is that dude I pull up I eat your play

Is this you face I’m stacks on that

We win the race, Lamborghini black on black

I switch the pain, niggas be talking like this bitch and pussy ain’t stay drink


I got ten chains on five rings on play my games on,

I’m on the stage you don’t go and I can’t come

I’m on the track, hey you girl stayin on my ding dong

Yeah there ain’t nothing to a G you know I give my swag on oh

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We walk inside the mall they’re taking pictures

I’m like motherf*cker tag, I ain’t never mad

I pull up stuntin why my haters sad,

Oh my God I’ll be balling on them niggas bitches

Would you calling in this money on my pocket water falling like fussy wall.


The real talk dough, hoes take my photos is on Facebook,

Swaggin pull up in the drag in, your face in

Come ask it, soldier boy tell em take a trip

Got a million on my hip, make my album f*cking flip oh

I’m going bad boy, just like the bad boy,

Go swaggin money like ab stores just what I ask for,

I hit that bitch from the back, hit her, ht her from the back

Then I slap her on the ass, what I mother f*cking stack wow


Tear it on my chest, tear it on my neck, tear it on my arm,

Damn I’m the bomb, dropping make fire like the...

Soldier tell em swan, my only pussy niggas with the gun,

Pull on f*cking room, little drag, bitch I’m number one hold on.


Incredible intellectual swaggin with that AK 47, we get read of you,

Money ans cash and bitches and rabbits

You’re on my schedule, and we do this ten times 22 a head of you oh oh

I blast with cash we flash like magic, we’re ready for action

We stay packing never lacking nigags can’t let it happen,

Soldiers tell em out of base, she’s like nasty I got so many flash greens

All on plasma, all


Swag city, swag swag city

Catch me sipping on some...

But my name ain’t Diddy

Catch me chillin with 50 money, a 150 on her tittie

Soldier boy tweet her my swag hard for the city Ohh






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