Soul Food
FSG Rell
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The what It was the booth fan Oh okay That shit sound good to me No more Mmm Mmm Uhhh And we won’t have to cry no more Y’all hear that Bodies on bodies it feel like a war zone Them n****s don’t want blood they aiming for torsos This feel like a throwback AI with the cornrows She just let the crew f*ck I live in a whore zone All that indirect shit I’m a put that bag up Anything personal you gone see me mask up If I’m ever fucked up, I’m a have to bag up Always make my next one, better then my last one Catch me in Adida pants, dealing with a thing or two I ain’t saying none else that’s what I’m admitting to Them n****s just copy cats, we really originals All it takes is 1200, that shit can get rid of you I would never sell my soul we not doing rituals I just need my hoodie up, I feel so invisible My n****s got state bids, couple doing federal So when I say I’m all I got, that shit I mean literal I’ll be in my dream wraith, chilling with a pornstar Knock her out with back shots give that bitch some more stars Hit last night she coming back, she got a rewards card Y’all come home to go right back y’all n****s some cornballs Ya mean It’s Lil Schwenko in this bitch n***a When I walk in you salute me Right I ain’t doing no favors cause nobody did me favors And, lately I been pushing, I’m a shooter Dion Waiters Only a few hunnit I can get you n****s catered And bitches that was fronting I can’t wait to see you later By the age of 13 all I wanted was a ladder I know I been preaching peace but I can’t help but want get at it Opps want me dead but to me that never mattered I go anywhere I want but I make sure I got the ratchet Throw me 28, I can make whatever happen I been sleeping next to money my dawg callin me a addict We ain’t never going broke cause I done made this shit a habit That’s my dawg and if he said it, then he said it and I back it Double cup full of sins I can feel it in my bladder If I lose a bad bitch I get one a lil badder You ain’t got hit the gym cause baby I can make it fatter We gone get this n***a now and deal with all that other after Show up 30 deep Wolves turn to sheep Throw a couple shots, now it’s rest in peace If you getting to them you going through me I know all my enemies bleed the way I bleed motherfucker Dumbass motherfucker Dumbass lil bitch
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