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sold ya soul - gv honcho lyrics

i don’t need a wallet cause my money can’t fold
i’m running up a check just like im usain bolt
how am i richer than you and you sold your soul
(leave me alone man i’m just tryna quarantine b*tch!)

hook

leave me alone, i’m just tryna quarantine
i got the vette, with the f*ckin forgis
i popped a pint, not sippin on 40s
i’m by myself, i’m just tryna quarantine
i’m smoking on runtz, this sh*t got me soaring yea
i’m in the studio tryna make this enormous
i’m rocking designer, man you can’t afford this
i gotta crib, this sh*t look like a fortress
tryna come to my house gotta drive through the forest

b*tch, leave me alone i’m just tryna quarantine
he talking down, i pulled up, i got smoke with me
i know you a rat cause that n*gga just want the cheese
can’t come on this l!ck cause i know you gon tell on me
mix the hitek and wockhardt, this sh*t just my remedy
i mix the flow, mix the drip this sh*t in me
rockstar jeans, this sh*t straight from the 60’s
you can’t join the club, belter ask dj envy
verse 1

tryna join gv you gotta get jumped in
i was down bad now i’m f*ckin on real twins
i was down bad now a n*gga get club spins
i’m smoking on gas, yea i’m smoking on runtz b*tch
no we can’t work this sh*t out this not fitness
no this not madden, you can still get hit stick
talking sh*t behind my back will get yo ass hit quick
diamonds they wet just like i got done fishing
in a hotbox tryna f*ck up my vision
you keep on talking like i’m really gon listen
i just went and hit a l!ck and i’m leaving no witness
i got 2 b*tches, they doing the dishes
i just copped the rari now i’m finna drift it
she popped that 30, talm bout she can’t feel sh*t
pop that tesla sh*t gon escalate real quick
i don’t do drugs i had put down the pill sh*t
matter fact i might relapse, let me perculate
step in the game warren g ima regulate
he pressin while that 19 on me and met his fate
they not gon really k!ll you, they gon legislate
i lift my head to the sky and i meditate
i’m coming for mines, if you got it i’ll take yo sh*t
the way that i’m balling i should play for lakers b*tch
hook

straight from the 60’s
got gang them with me
got that white b*tch on whitney
and that bad b*tch feeling me
smoking so much like a chim*ney
i’m tryna get to the top leave you under me
everytime i walk, i drip, and the sun on me
walk in the club, and it start thundering
b*tch show me love, you gon have fun with me
what’s in my cup? bih mind yo q & ps
i can not front yea
b*tch i am sippin on mud yea
bih this sh*t slowin me up uh
i got that gas in my blunt yea
walk in the party i stunt yea
designer on me you can’t touch yea
turn the lights off i shine in the sun yea
old enough i can f*ck on your aunt yea
pull out nut on her ass honey bun yea
hook

- gv honcho lyrics

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