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locked in - nuage~soul lyrics

you already know i’m finna walk
all over this.. soul
i’m back in that mode
f*cking these ho’s
you know how i do i get it n go
can’t f*ck with a lot of these n*ggas
i peep that a lot of these n*ggas be ho’s
deadass though
ran up a bag i’m on they ass
i know they mad but i do the dash
they hoping i crash f*ck’em
f*ck what they saying i know how to move
n b*tch ima goat can’t go back to broke
i got them in scope n i got them locked in
f*ck where you goin’
shots to your head don’t send threats over text
they gone read the whole thread these n*ggas be fed
bettеr replay what i said aye he madе his own bed
a n*gga gone die can’t handle all the pressure jitt gone apply
you can’t cap me down i seen p*ssy it was all in his eyes

aye he talked out his neck, they lit up his block
got knocked out his socks, they say that he snitching
h*ll nah we ain’t claiming them opps
uh yea here i go stepping so much shoes ain’t got soles
the grim reaper mad said we claiming way too many souls
aye trying to get up i know that they mad a n*gga be stuck
aye gone off the drugs i got a b*tch tryna f*ck shawty be giving it up
popping them tings f*ck what they say i don’t care for them beans
i be on percs i f*ck with them addy’s might f*ck with them xanny’s
they showing me love they saying it real i think that it fake
cause i see the hate can’t walk with a snake don’t try to debate
cause you gone be wrong, you best watch yo tone, i told ya i’m on
try me on a bad day when i start to play ain’t n0body safe
if you can betray me you can’t be family
nights with my pops we slid on granite
n*ggas be hating i can’t understand it
smoking that diesel got my eyes slanted
got in my bag like a race i ran it up i know they mad as f*ck
jitt been goin up, jitt been goin up
get on a track n i spit my life
how i walk on this b*tch so easy
n*ggas be washed up but ain’t dishes, spot on facts no reaching
i ran up a check n i still went bad, sipping that lean gave jitt a lil lag
all of them nights i had slid with my dad
i don’t bust shots ima empty the mag
[chorus]
ran up a bag i’m on they ass
i know they mad but i do the dash
they hoping i crash f*ck’em
f*ck what they saying i know how to move
n b*tch ima goat can’t go back to broke
i got them in scope n i got them locked in
f*ck where you goin’
shots to your head don’t send threats over text
they gone read the whole thread these n*ggas be fed
betta replay what i said aye he made his own bed
a n*gga gone die can’t handle all the pressure jitt gone apply
you can’t cap me down i seen p*ssy it was all in his eyes

big dawg rudy ima let my dawg get him he got rat on him
n i ain’t gone trip if they hit that block we just gone get back on them
fly swatter we’ll smack on him he a broke n*gga drop a rack on him
glock 40 got eagle eyes that baby drac ain’t got no back on him
i only f*ck with the guys, he ain’t realer than mine
i can just tell in his eyes, he ain’t one of my kind
i drop them hits at ray don’t get caught in the blind
i drop a four in the skrrrt but it turned to nine
yea i hope that f*ck n*gga got that message
let a n*gga test me press me
i tote big ol’ smith & wesson
switch a give a n*gga a lesson
he ain’t really got it that f*ck n*gga flexing
look in they eyes them f*ck n*gga jealous
hit from the rear n i’m pulling out
turn around use her face to catch it
b*tch keep lying talking bout she pregnant
she want a car, she want a necklace
this b*tch thirsty, this b*tch desperate
she be in douglas like she know fredrick
i told that b*tch that i ain’t got time today
i’m in the streets i got new tires today
jump out for you drive by then get back in and drive away
i’m like siri i ain’t got no time today
b*tch don’t talk back i got time to play
double my bucks no time to waste
30 on a nine a nine on my waist
uh play with it i just want neck i ain’t tryna go down the way
straight up i ain’t got time to chase
bread but i don’t even want no cake

[chorus]
ran up a bag i’m on they ass
i know they mad but i do the dash
they hoping i crash f*ck’em
f*ck what they saying i know how to move
n b*tch ima goat can’t go back to broke
i got them in scope n i got them locked in
f*ck where you goin’
shots to ya head don’t send threats over text
they gone read the whole thread these n*ggas be fed
betta replay what i said aye he made his own bed
a n*gga gone die can’t handle all the pressure jitt gone apply
you can’t cap me down i seen p*ssy it was all in his eyes

- nuagesoul lyrics

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