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soul food - fsg rell lyrics

(intro)
the what
it was the booth fan
oh okay
that sh*t sound good to me
no more
mmm
mmm
uhhh
and we won’t have to cry no more
y’all hear that

(verse 1)
bodies on bodies it feel like a war zone
them n*ggas don’t want blood they aiming for torsos
this feel like a throwback ai with the cornrows
she just let the crew f*ck i live in a wh0re zone
all that indirect sh*t i’m a put that bag up
anything personal you gone see me mask up
if i’m ever f*cked up, i’m a have to bag up
always make my next one, better then my last one
catch me in adida pants, dealing with a thing or two
i ain’t saying none else that’s what i’m admitting to
them n*ggas just copy cats, we really originals
all it takes is 1200, that sh*t can get rid of you
i would never sell my soul we not doing rituals
i just need my hoodie up, i feel so invisible
my n*ggas got state bids, couple doing federal
so when i say i’m all i got, that sh*t i mean literal
i’ll be in my dream wraith, chilling with a p*rnstar
knock her out with back shots give that b*tch some more stars
hit last night she coming back, she got a rewards card
y’all come home to go right back y’all n*ggas some cornb*lls
ya mean
(bridge)
it’s lil schwenko in this b*tch n*gga
when i walk in you salute me
right

(verse 2)
i ain’t doing no favors cause n0body did me favors
and, lately i been pushing, i’m a shooter dion waiters
only a few hunnit i can get you n*ggas catered
and b*tches that was fronting i can’t wait to see you later
by the age of 13 all i wanted was a ladder
i know i been preaching peace but i can’t help but want get at it
opps want me dead but to me that never mattered
i go anywhere i want but i make sure i got the ratchet
throw me 28, i can make whatever happen
i been sleeping next to money my dawg callin me a addict
we ain’t never going broke cause i done made this sh*t a habit
that’s my dawg and if he said it, then he said it and i back it
double cup full of sins i can feel it in my bladder
if i lose a bad b*tch i get one a lil badder
you ain’t got hit the gym cause baby i can make it fatter
we gone get this n*gga now and deal with all that other after
show up 30 deep
wolves turn to sheep
throw a couple shots, now it’s rest in peace
if you getting to them you going through me
i know all my enemies bleed the way i bleed
motherf*cker
dumbass motherf*cker
dumbass lil b*tch

- fsg rell lyrics

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