Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rough Soul, artist - GoldLink. Date of issue: 12.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rough Soul |
| Uh-uhm-uhm |
| Yeah |
| Had to go to LA for the winter |
| Had to vibe out, Just caught a charge had to hideout |
| Real nigga talk slick to ya |
| Told ya bring your girlfriend, tell her bring her friends too |
| Tell me Hollywood kinda weird |
| You don’t really like it but you gotta play the biz |
| Yeah met ya last June |
| By next June we were all in love and wanna fuck now |
| Fell in love at the wrong time |
| Spent a night at my high rise |
| Or hit me late on my hotline |
| Telling me you miss my homies and your mama cry |
| Late night you’re my boo thing, yeah |
| Your mercedes with the blue tint, yeah |
| All praise to the most high leader |
| Dipped off in the Hills wouldn’t wanna be ya |
| Girl you’re gone now |
| And oh baby |
| Don’t call me, don’t call me no more |
| Girl you’re gone now |
| And oh baby |
| Don’t call me, don’t call me no more |
| Went back to the homeland |
| Had to tell the niggas what I did in your hometown |
| Everybody know we probably woulda made it last |
| But there you go, started tripping never hit me back |
| Real nigga went back to the pimping |
| Started getting groovy with the women I was hitting |
| Got a gold chain and a nose ring |
| And a new watch, no tick but I always do time, yeah |
| Black boy with a black fade, yeah |
| Got mad when you did things |
| You was fucking and you did dirt too |
| We was talking but you never hear my phone boo |
| Moved up and I feel good shit |
| Roll palm trees and I made a hit for ya |
| Billboards around the city with your face on it |
| But they never ever really know bout what you been through |
| Stay asking where the hoes at, huh? |
| Why your homies gotta go there, huh? |
| I ain’t trip when I see you I would dance at a show back in Feb |
| But you trip and we don’t talk much |
| Girl you got me fucked up |
| Real nigga gotta get it when he fucked up |
| Fake niggas like a new man |
| Just a little side joint |
| Always been a side joint |
| Alright joint |
| Girl you’re gone now |
| And oh baby |
| Don’t call me, don’t call me no more |
| Girl you’re gone now |
| And oh baby |
| Don’t call me, don’t call me no more |
| Girl you’re gone now |
| And oh baby |
| Don’t call me, don’t call me no more |
| Girl you’re gone now |
| And oh baby |
| Don’t call me, don’t call me no more |