Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Old Soul, artist - LUD FOE. Date of issue: 17.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Old Soul |
| Young nigga with a old soul nigga |
| Young nigga with a old soul nigga |
| I’m a young nigga with a old soul nigga |
| Out west 290 shit, you know how I’m rockin' nigga |
| Boochie gang man |
| Get yo' guns up, get yo' funds up |
| You on that opp shit, get mopstick bitch |
| Out west 290 shit nigga (Aye, aye) |
| I’m a young nigga with a old soul, I be fucking old hoes |
| Big cuban links, rose gold |
| I don’t trip on none of these hoes |
| Young hard body, tell me how the fuck I’m gon' fold |
| Say you wan’t some work, now get it sold |
| I can give it to you broke down or you can get it whole |
| Put my whole wrist in the bowl |
| Do a magic trick, pulling up with a fist full of gold |
| Pull up in a panoramic Porsche |
| So what we killed ya' friend, Fuck nigga, we ain’t showing no remorse |
| Asked her do she wanna fuck me, she told me of course |
| See a young nigga stuntin, she ain’t really have no choice |
| Pistol squirt on this pussy nigga, bet I leave em moist |
| I get these hoes moist off the sound of my voice |
| Call Ya, let that K spray, broad day |
| Call Dre, he gon' lamp in ya' fucking hallway |
| Lud Foe gon blow, not ya' average young nigga |
| Shouldn’t rap about the shit if you know you not a hitta' |
| I got one Glock but it got two triggers |
| Pull this bitch one time bet I hit two niggas |
| Foreign hoes in a penthouse, we drown em in liquor |
| Out her rabbit ass mind, she ain’t looking for that nigga |
| And when I get finish I’m a, kick her, out like a player and I bet I won’t miss |
| her |
| Kid roll tha skunk in a swisher |
| Bussin off a pill, cars cost a half a mil', I’m that nigga |
| I’m that nigga that get ya' block hot |
| I’m the nigga that the cops watch! |
| Its a shootout, motherfuck a shot clock |
| Pull up on that boy and act a fool out this drop top |
| Now its ambulances everywhere |
| Chiraq lul Haiti, bitch dead bodies everywhere |
| You think I was a pimp, I got thot hoes everywhere |
| You walk inside my house, I got marble floors everywhere |
| Me and my niggas we ain’t playin' fair |
| We comin' for his plate if he don’t wanna share |
| He disrespect me and my niggas now he layin' there |
| The fuck nigga should’ve never stand there! |
| I got a big booty bitch and she bow legged |
| Leave the club with her, I got on a goat head |
| You thinkin' bout dissin' me? |
| Nigga go ahead |
| The police find yo body but I bet you they won’t find yo' head! |
| Sleepin' on me? |
| Nigga go to bed |
| I wake a nigga ass up with a clip full of lead! |
| Hit the club VIP, young nigga in red |
| Balmains, PRPs, cost an arm and a leg |
| He won’t pull the trigger cause that fuck nigga scared |
| We cut a nigga fingers off, fuck around with that bread |
| I heard you letting these rat hoes fuck around in yo' head |
| On high speed, dodging potholes, duckin' the feds |
| I woke up with 2 model hoes up in my bed |
| And I don’t fuck with codeine, I drink henny instead |
| Its war time, war time, shots getting let off |
| Now everybody wanna go and hide now |
| It took for 1 nigga to get his shit blown off! |
| Now everybody scared to come outside now |
| Like Queen Latifah with that tool, shit get set off |
| You betting I’m a lose? |
| Fuck nigga better bet off |
| And you know these hollow bullets hot, like hot sauce |
| I Crossed the plug over 2 times, call me Hot Sauce (Hot Sauce!) |
| Young nigga I can’t let up (let up) |
| These fuck niggas got me fed up! |
| (fed up) |
| Fuck nigga keep ya' head up |
| Beam on this K, ambulance pick his head up! |