Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Soul, artist - Smoke DZA. Album song Not for Sale, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
The Soul |
| I smack all y’all niggas |
| And niggarrettes |
| Word to Ghost |
| Uh |
| Good business I take pride in making great moves |
| Wear a skully in the summer yet I stay cool |
| Knew cats that curved the bag so they could stay true |
| Been hungry so long they starting to hate food |
| Heat on me bullshit, my weight move |
| I was on the 'Lo they was on J. Crew |
| I was on the dank they was on K2 |
| They was moving eighths, I had eight full |
| Pounds of the raw, hand it off make 3 points or ounce it out and get yours |
| Give 'em a couple grams over, they gon' feel you |
| Can’t give you all of this game might have to kill you |
| Barbecue and milldew, you know you done fucked up right? |
| Where’s Bill Duke |
| Fake nigga no matter how you dress it up, it’s still you |
| Make 'em dissapear I’m skillfull |
| Watch 'em appear, under my (?) |
| Can’t even trust niggas be out to get you |
| Don’t let your last meal be the hand that fed you |
| My Mexican homie flip the work good, he used to wrestle |
| Shit got hot over there he had to refuge |
| Real hate over fake love any day |
| Real hate over fake love any day |
| Every man at your man like every chick ain’t your chick |
| Understand where we stand you can’t sit where we sit |
| We started off hand in hand, then moved to brick after brick |
| You a fan or you fam young niggas quick to forget |
| Drug dealers scouting like who got it to send it out |
| Breaking down the ounces make samples and give it out |
| Live in the mountains phone service be in and out |
| Bag full of birds the only way we could chicken out |
| Try to manage your vibe energy |
| A fake friend could do more damage than five enemies |
| Barely see me with beef like fried Kennedy |
| But bring your instrument we could have us a live symphony |
| In a tight alley, weed be like Cali’s |
| Gunplay scenes I squeeze like Mike Lowry |
| All you see is sticks and signs a light rally |
| Red track suit, new Swizz beat, white Bally’s |
| Vado |
| Real hate over fake love any day |
| Real hate over fake love any day |