Soulja Boo Lyrics - Ghetto Postage - Master P

{Master P} 

Eeny-Meeny-Miny-Moe 

The soulja boy never let you go 

You gotta man he ain't got to know 

And tell your friends keep it on the low (ya heard!) 

Chorus: 2x 

{Master P in the background of chorus until chorus is done} 

hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 What! 

hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 Huh! 

{Erika Fox} 

The way - you - make - me - feel 

Make me wanna run wit you 

Such a boy can I roll wit you 

*I'm always lovin' you 2nd time thru 

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{Master P} 

[Verse 1] 

Check it out 

You and ya girls come follow me 

I'm the ghetto Bill Gates, they call me Master P 

I learnt in the 3rd don't trust your fo'z 

I gotta couple diamonds with a mouth fulla gold 

Platinum on the wrist, Bentley in the dri-i-i-ve 

I learnt in the bricks how to slang and survi-i-i-ve 

We No Limit Soldiers till the day that we die 

And all my souljas rest, raise ya hands up high 

Chorus: 2x 

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{Master P} 

[Verse 2] 

How do you do my senorita 

Finally say "I'm glad to meet ya" 

Take you out the ghetto and then I'll treat ya 

I won't let you cry and I'll never beat ya 

Ya got a man, I hope he can keep ya 

Hit me on the cell or on the beepa 

Roll a 600 Benz to the spot I'ma freak ya 

Then pick a hotel that me and you can creep too 

Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 What! 

Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 Huh! 

Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 What! 

Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 Huh! 

Chorus: 2x 

{Erika Fox} 

I'll be your soulja girl 

Ain't nothin' like my soulja boy 

I'll be your soulja girl 

{Erika Fox} 

[Verse 3] 

I need a soulja boy ready to go to war 

A fire boy with 20'z on his car 

When I need some love he won't be far 

I need a ride or die thug that can work dat {?}(that's me) 

Talk that talk, but keep it real 

And never stop but plays the bills 

And I love the way he makes me feel 

Thats why this soulja girls gonna keep it real 

Chorus: 2x 

{Master P} 

Hook1: 3x 

Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 Ha! 

Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 What! 

{Master P in background behind himself talking} 

Hook2: 4x 

Hut 1, Hut 1, Hut 2 

{Master P} 

Hook3: 4x 

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! - (rhythm of the music) 

No Limit Soldiers can't be stop 

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! 

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! 

Chorus: 2x (without Master P in the background)