| Somethin' 'bout this money, it did somethin' to my ego
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| I remember late nights, me and Al Geno
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| I was in the studio tryna make it out
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| I brung Boosie to the city and they broke up in your spot
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| And we tried to shake back, but I can’t lie, they took a lot
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| Same niggas' pockets hurtin' now, Bleu done took your spot, yeah
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| I’ma tell the truth, we was hangin' out the roofs
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| Livin' like we bulletproof, only vibe with a few
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| That’s when we in the Ghost, and I told you 'bout my life
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| And I knew then from that conversation you might be my wife
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| You gave me a lil' boy, I didn’t know I can do it twice
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| Don’t go nowhere, I need you in my life
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| Had to pray 'cause I got demons in my sight
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| Gotta pray 'cause I see demons through the night
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| What the fuck this really mean if we don’t fight?
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| Girl, it’s gon' be alright, come take my hand
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| I swear to God I got a plan to be a better man
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| Let the beat go
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| Listen to my soul cry
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| Yeah, it sound like
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| Every year I got a new one die
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| Listen to my soul cry
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| Back three years ago, everybody used to laugh
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| 'Cause I signed with Boosie label, he ain’t give me no advance
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| I was sleepin' on Tamir couch, but knew I had a plan
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| Three months later, I made two hundred bands
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| Six months later, I made eight hundred bands
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| Hottest nigga in my city with a fan
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| Every bag I got, I split it with the fam
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| Fucked up a couple thousand, bought a Lam
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| I was young and reckless, I ain’t give a damn, yeah
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| Take me up to jail, they want a hundred thousand for the bond
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| If I had that money then to fight that case, he would’ve won
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| Been goin' through the storm, but I gotta get these coins
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| Tell me if you with me or not, I’m so torn
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| Let the beat go
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| And I gave the streets banger after banger
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| Listen to my soul cry
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| Ain’t none of this shit stepped on, nigga
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| Yeah, it sound like
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| R.I.P. |
| Vell
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| Every year I got a new one die
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| R.I.P G-Money
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| Listen to my soul cry
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| It’s too many sticks in the party, we on dumb shit
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| I don’t like to fuck with no rubber, I just cum quick
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| Fuck with me, you niggas in trouble, Vietnam shit
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| Hit they block at three in the morning, don’t give no warning
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| VMG, this shit 'Luminati and we got sworn in
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| Came into this rap game thuggin', I was born in
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| I’m stackin' money with some niggas from the trenches
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| Street nigga, I could turn a quarter to a million
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| Real estate, I just turned my house into a building
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| Put two hundred racks up in the wall for my children
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| You wan' get money, you gon' get it any means
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| I got 50K for any nigga intervene
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| I don’t fuck with rats, I had to keep that shit a bean
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| Nigga wanna fight, I told him keep it in the ring
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| Aretha Franklin, let them bitches sing
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| Aretha Franklin, let them bitches sing
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| I ain’t never changed on my niggas, yeah
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| Keepin' it the same with my niggas, yeah
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| Listen to my soul cry
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| Listen to my soul cry
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| Listen to my soul cry
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| Every year I got a new one die |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Soul Cry , by - Yung Bleu. Song from the album Bleu Vandross 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп