get my soul - marriii3x lyrics
[intro]
i mean, you gotta make a decision
you either gone do it, or you not
it ain’t no in between with this sh*t
[verse 1]
ion wanna chop it up, you know that money talk (nah)
dirty cup watch me fill it up, this sh*t ain’t cut its drop (truddy)
i can’t trust these hoes, they might be ridin’ with the opps
(ridin’ wit the opps)
i can’t love these hoes cause’ my love is all i got (all a n*gga got)
yeah that p*ssy wet, i be sliding mop (splash)
air that b*tch out like we sliding off the top (fraaa)
we got good greens
hit my phone, i’ll show you where to shop (bags)
come get high with me, i do this sh*t
i’ll show you where to stop (you ready?)
[verse 2]
you slim thick? (go)
b*tch i’m sw*ngin’ d*ck, like i’m playing golf
all my side hoes fell in lovе with me, i had to cut ’em off
on some straight brokе sh*t, i even thought bout’ sellin’ soft
rockout hit my phone, he said we finna take ’em to the loft
just cause’ i let you in my room, don’t think i want them panties off
can’t put my d*ck up in no duck, don’t care what xanny’s that i’m off
we tote drumsticks, my young n*gga with it on that dumb sh*t
d*ck game brazy, it don’t matter if i cum quick
[verse 3]
if it’s up then it’s stuck, b*tch it is what it is
i can’t judge, just go get it how you live (ok)
used to be the type that always had a lot to give
now i’m giving middle fingers, f*ck a n*gga and his kids (oh)
if i love her, then that p*ssy baby food, go get my bib (arrh)
working on my patience, like i’m waiting outside ya crib
i ain’t stutter, yeah i got it out the gutter
i can do this on my own, i was raised by my mother
[bridge]
that’s some real sh*t n*gga, straight up
(sh*t i always been a one man army)
n*gga i can do this sh*t on my own
ion need no handouts n*gga
gang (gang)
[verse 4]
i hit rock bottom, now i’m ballin’, all these b*tches callin’
gave her good d*ck, now she wildin, got lil’ shawty wildin’
ain’t no p*ssy in my blood, i’m always down to make a scene
and i know that p*ssy good, cause’ she boujee and she mean
she ate breakfast, but i’m finna give her another jimmy dean
she from memphis, p*ssy coated but she not a grizzly ting
countin’ big racks
i can’t leave it flat, know i’m tick for tack
b*tch she broke my heart a while back, i gotta get her back
and the way she throwin’ ass, i might have to throw a stack
if she keep on lookin at me, she gone have to throw it back
on my d*ck dry hatin’, so i keep it in my lap
n*ggas cap, only time i cap with my fitted hat
[verse 5]
oh you smoke good dope?
where you get it at? (get it at)
flip exotic bags by the day, we gettin’ rid of that (rid of that yea)
n*ggas titty suckin’, gone and get that boy some similac
i carry all this weight, you would think it was piggy back
(got d*mn)
boy i treat this sh*t like pitty pat
she like, “marriii bae, i miss you in my kitty cat” (uh)
just say you need it, and you know i got like plenty that
pretty foreign b*tch, you know i’m tryna get up into that
n*ggas flexin’ like a hoe, i can’t stand it (p*ssy)
narcotics got me high, i feel like calvin cambridge (mud)
always paranoid, ain’t got time for the antics (yeah ight)
say you love me, but i say i’m not romantic
only love the p*ssy cause’ its like atlantic (atlantic yeah)
only love the p*ssy cause’ its like atlantic (atlantic yeah)
tell me come and take it, i turn into bandit (bandit yeah)
tell me come and take it, i turn into a thief in the night
[verse 6]
n*ggas acting like straight hoes, ion get it though
bet it’s bout’ a b*tch, meanwhile i done hit the hoe
beat it down, i’m strapped up like g.i. joe
know i gotta get that tro
i can’t let these dog hoes try to get my soul n*gga (cheee)
f*ck n*gga?
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