Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Soliloquy, artist - Haiti Babii. Date of issue: 09.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Soliloquy |
| Got a warrant for my arrest |
| Fuck goin' down now |
| Talk to 'em |
| Lately I been feelin' like I’m livin' in my last days |
| Death my last challenge, ain’t no overcomin' that |
| Money over bitches, ain’t no nigga have to teach me that |
| You ain’t 'bout that murder gang, you just love to carry strap |
| Warrant for my arrest, so I had to kick my whole family out |
| Nigga got a felony, still ridin' with that thang on me |
| I don’t do the sneaky link, these freak bitches get no dick |
| Cave a nigga face in for speakin' on the murder gang |
| And when I shoot 'em, I’ma stand over 'em and shoot 'em again |
| Motherfucka think that I’m playin', what the fuck is you sayin'? |
| Heart beatin' fast, them motherfuckas runnin' from the bullets, ah |
| Never been a pussy, never been afraid to pull it (Uh huh) |
| Gimme that bullshit, you notice I’m a gangsta motherfucka |
| Think they lookin' at a stranger, look in the mirror (Talk to 'em) |
| Motherfuckas think they lookin' at a stranger, look in the mirror (What else?) |
| Bitch, you bleed like I bleed, it’s a man in the mirror |
| Lookin' back at my life, man you lookin' familiar |
| Is the devil a lie? |
| 'Cause he all in my head |
| Takin' pictures with motherfuckas, know they want me dead (Man) |
| (Takin' pictures with motherfuckas, know they want me dead) (Come on) |
| As you tell a motherfucka no, he quick to go bust on yo' ass |
| Motherfuckas get choppas and they blowin' at yo' ass |
| I’ma live by the gun, die by the gun, that’s how I’m raised (Yeah) |
| Motherfuckas ain’t never been shot, only a graze |
| I ain’t the type to wear my heart on my sleeve, |
| But I think that love is a fairytale told by the haters |
| Maybe when I die, finally find peace, ain’t no love in these streets |
| So my motto for tomorrow is «Get paid» |
| And I ain’t worried 'bout no nigga, I ain’t no ho, bitch (Ho, bitch) |
| Put down that sticky-icky and get that blicky, get to trippin' (Grrah) |
| Nigga know I’m trippin', on my mama, I been— |
| Lord, please wash away my sins |
| For all my fallen angels, we just tryna win |
| It’s only one way to make it out this hood shit |
| It’s two ways to go though |
| Death or in jail |
| God, take care of my family |
| Watch over me, give me strength, give me power |
| Shower me with love |
| (Is there heaven for a thug?) |
| I been talkin' to myself these late nights |
| Feelin' like— |
| I been learnin' who I am, learnin' myself, you know? |
| But I can’t seem to get rid of this pain in my eyes, pshh |
| Money won’t change me |
| Bitches won’t break me |
| The streets don’t make me |
| Give a fuck if they hate me |