Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Soul Snatcher, artist - Cash Kidd. Date of issue: 07.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Soul Snatcher |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, I’m sorry, so sorry I broke your heart, yeah |
| But it never was that, huh |
| Yeah, I know you think I’m reckless for that, huh, ayy, yeah |
| Fuck the money, it’s the time I ain’t gon' never get back |
| When you switched, you broke my heart, thought we was better than that |
| I gave my dawg everything, still got stabbed in the back |
| But I ain’t stressin', guess I learned another lesson from that |
| Fuck with the kid, we in your crib like the Cat in the Hat |
| Like a frat, we gon' step, like I’m travelin', ref |
| Yeah, I’m a star with a pole like the American flag |
| My niggas eatin', but they hungry, I suggest not to flex |
| Like Rae Sremmurd |
| Yeah, they know better, huh |
| Yeah, I’m in the club with Yoshi and Live |
| And they known steppers, huh |
| Yeah, I brought your bitch to my world |
| And she said, «Why such cold weather?» Huh |
| Ayy, I’m paranoid, layin' with two ratchets, huh |
| Feelin' like the old Hefner, huh, ayy, ooh |
| Thousand-dollar shoes layin' 'round, you would kill for 'em |
| You ain’t made no money yet, bitch, you out here still hoin' |
| Told her we gon' fuck after she suck, but I’ma still ho her |
| Catch a bullet from this Eagle, your new name Terrell Owens |
| Know they tryna block my goals now like I’m field goaling |
| Bitch, you mad I’m on my toes now, I ain’t heel-toeing |
| First I was playin' with this shit, now I for real want it |
| Ayy, now I’m real focused |
| Stabbed me in my back, but somehow my heart broke |
| Ran it way up, that lil' nigga Marc on, huh |
| We ain’t washin' clothes, but this one a large load, huh |
| Blues and oranges, I ain’t talkin' bar close, huh |
| Swan hit my line, said pull up on Park Road |
| Just showed me a method, he got eighty smartphones |
| I was gettin' neck, the police said, «This park closed,» huh |
| Bitch asked me to lick her, I said, «Bitch, the bar closed» |
| Ayy, yeah, shit take no effort, huh |
| If I point, what you think G and Money gon' do? They so extra, yeah |
| Out here fightin' for my life tryna dodge the pen' like a pro wrestler |
| Ayy, big bad wolf, she gon' blow me in the crib, I’m a homewrecker, huh |
| New bitch, she a soul-snatcher, huh, ayy, ooh |
| New stick, it’s a soul-snatcher, huh, ayy, yeah |
| Five-six-seven forever, huh, ayy, ooh |
| These pussy ass niggas know better, huh, huh |
| Baby, I apologize if you ain’t get your nut, I got mine |
| More hoes than the pole on a stop sign |
| Marc touchin' bricks, you would think he rock climb |
| I used to see through these lame hoes like hot fries |
| R.I.P Jeff, I’m so sorry, Don-Don |
| I got your back, I just hope you got mine |
| Your daddy, he a bitch, put him in my top five |
| Ridin' through the gravesite, that’s where all the opps hidin' |
| Uh, ayy, huh, I’m a tatted Grove member |
| Huh, what? Huh, we in house like we on tether, huh |
| Stab a nigga bitch like I’m Michael Myers on Goldmember, huh |
| Money rollin' 'Wood after 'Wood after 'Wood, he got four splinters, huh |
| Gotta enjoy life before this shit end |
| So before I go, I want six kids |
| I need my kids to live for me if I didn’t live |
| Nigga, let that sink in like you fix cribs |
| Dawg actin' tough 'cause he 6'10″ |
| Give that nigga sixty like six tens |
| I don’t give a fuck if this his twin |
| Put a band on your fro like you Big Ben, huh, huh |
| Huh, I been with the cold sniffers, huh |
| I swear it’s like them hoes do whatever I say, because they knows better, huh |
| This white nigga ran off, so I left that man dark, but I don’t know Dexter, huh |
| Catch a body, then a first-class flight to Green Bay, I’m like, «Go Packers,» |
| huh, ayy |
| If you want me dead, just aim for the head |
| I thought we was homies, Cleo and Stoney |
| I heard what you said, I thought you was my mans |
| My mama told me you weren’t for me |