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soul talk - soufside dre lyrics

[intro]
yeah (p on the beat, man, you know it’s a hit), hmm, krashhh

[long hook]
i’m all in houston, but n*gga from south of atlanta
pourin’ up bottles, takin’ shots on the camera
look for purple and sh*t, b*tch, just pass me a fanta
i just switch my location like you change the channel (switching that sh*t up)
yeah, my life is a literal movie, this sh*t is amazing
not no comedy sh*t, boy, these n*ggas fugazi
sh*t, i’m gone to the moon, and my potna’ said brazy
imma stay in my zone, i ain’t gon’ let sh*t phase me
give a f*ck what you saying, you better just pay me
got the white hoes, they trippin’, they motherf*ckin’ praise me
i’m a gnarly lil’ n*gga, you know i be skatin’
every time i get on beats, you know i just walk, and i slide
i’m in the booth and i’m screamin’ free 5, put on for gang, i do it for the guys
when i’m rappin’ my songs, it’s for the real n*ggas and the hoes, boy, you already know
i’m attached to the music like n*gga was note, when i shoot out the window, not giving signal
when she drinkin’ the casa’, she drivin’ the boat, on a mimosa brunch, and you already know
at the top of the buildin’, and i stay on top floor, made it out of the south, and i’m not going broke
in the lenox and sh*t, and they give me a toast, give a f*ck about sh*t, boy, i’m all on the road
i’m not stunning these n*ggas or b*tches fasho’, count up my paper, i’m gettin’ them loads
beat her back in, beat her back in, got a big glock and a mac 10
i’m just busy with the rappin’ and the trappin’, my phone active
phone be jumpin’ like trampoline, switch out the gucci, i rock h*lla’ celine
you ain’t superman, b*tch, you ain’t savin’ me, only do it myself, what the f*ck you mean?
when i wake up i just put it on, rockin’ designer cologne, takin’ a trip on a trip, yeah, i’m gone
f*ck that b*tch good, then i’m sendin’ her home, wake up and repeat, i do what i want
i’m all in houston, but n*gga from south of atlanta
pourin’ up bottles, takin’ shots on the camera
look for purple and sh*t, b*tch, just pass me a fanta
i just switch my location like you change the channel (switching that sh*t up)
yeah, my life is a literal movie, this sh*t is amazing
not no comedy sh*t, boy, these n*ggas fugazi
sh*t, i’m gone to the moon, and my potna’ said brazy
imma stay in my zone, i ain’t gon’ let sh*t phase me
give a f*ck what you saying, you better just pay me
got the white hoes, they trippin’, they motherf*ckin’ praise me
i’m a gnarly lil’ n*gga, you know i be skatin’
every time i get on beats, you know i just walk, and i slide
i’m in the booth and i’m screamin’ free 5, put on for gang, i do it for the guys
when i’m rappin’ my songs, it’s for the real n*ggas and the hoes, boy, you already know
i’m attached to the music like n*gga was note, when i shoot out the window, not giving signal
when she drinkin’ the casa’, she drivin’ the boat, on a mimosa brunch, and you already know
at the top of the buildin’, and i stay on top floor, made it out of the south, and i’m not going broke
in the lenox and sh*t, and they give me a toast, give a f*ck about sh*t, boy, i’m all on the road
i’m not stunning these n*ggas or b*tches fasho’, count up my paper, i’m gettin’ them loads
beat her back in, beat her back in, got a big glock and a mac 10
i’m just busy with the rappin’ and the trappin’, my phone active
phone be jumpin’ like trampoline, switch out the gucci, i rock h*lla’ celine
you ain’t superman, b*tch, you ain’t savin’ me, only do it myself, what the f*ck you mean?
when i wake up i just put it on, rockin’ designer cologne, takin’ a trip on a trip, yeah, i’m gone
f*ck that b*tch good, then i’m sendin’ her home, wake up and repeat, i do what i want

- soufside dre lyrics

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