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4 - soul op lyrics

(verse 1 “soul op”)
full throttle on that b*tch with the cuffs
say you talking to that b*tch, what the f*ck
she be walking like a jit, like a stud
don’t worry, don’t slip, i dont judge
i’ve thinkin’ bout some ish, i’ve been stuck
throwbackin’ to the one time i loved
be thinkin like steve in the front
nailed bat, nailed her all while hushed
no cappin, im so stiff
i can never respond, i know this
wish its thanksgiving serving the grits
just like thanksgiving, praying for gifts
i ain’t never just walked to the store
i was just eating ritz in the crib
it take some strength when you walk through the snow
cause them snowbunnies act like they it
don’t be lazy that sh*t gonna k!ll you
that sh*t stabbin’ me as i speak
say she feelin’ me, b*tch i don’t feel you
don’t talk to me, my energy stink
i mean i knew, that she knew, i was cool
but my mind, it was always leavin’
i was so low, needed to step on a stool
but got too high, and i ended up freezin’
(hook: soul op)
every time i move fast, thinking it was us
still standin’, still countin, cause its tough
don’t really care, cause she don’t probably give a f*ck about it
i put my v on yeat so it become a big body
i put on ruby n $crim, so they could see some f*ckin’ bodies
done with the jarritos, the bros flippin, spinnin’ bottles
in the auto, all the workers lookin’ like an otto

(verse 2: soul op)
told me “buy some dunks”, actin’ like i won the lotto
i was out there in and trappin’ out in bordeaux
told me i was goin’ too fast, i ain’t bored tho
they got me going through some sh*t like a d*ld*
ion know why the f*ck you ain’t paid your bills tho
ion know why the f*ck you ain’t
she addicted to coke and that paraphernalia
like abohs, i ain’t that familiar
(i ain’t that familiar)

(verse 3: soul op)
it’s always so hard, you never how much its hard
you’ll never know how much the bars (is)
won’t put you on that b*tch, she a narcissist
sometimes i just be feelin nauseous, but i’m too clingy that’s probably why
just dreams and sh*t having to buy, but its not too early to say bye
(hook: soul op)
every time i move fast, thinking it was us
still standin’, still countin, cause its tough
don’t really care, cause she don’t probably give a f*ck about it
i put my v on yeat so it become a big body
i put on ruby n $crim, so they could see some f*ckin’ bodies
done with the jarritos, the bros flippin, spinnin’ bottles
in the auto, all the workers lookin’ like an otto

- soul op lyrics

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