Soul Cry Lyrics

Ooooooh. Oooooooooh

I gotta lettt my soul crrry

She don't wanna let my soulll die

This 30 for 30

I'm going 60 for 60

We fighting and fucking

I gotta her singing like Whitney

Yunging mind full murder

380 Tucked in girdle

Y'all be talking like y'all bout it

But know damn ya fertile

I ain't dissing nobody

No I ain't talking about You

But if you feel like I tried you

Just know toten tool

I be posted Haitians

Zoe lady eat like food

I ain't Gotta shoot nobody

Mama kill you wit whoo

So I stop had to tell myself

Fuck everybody else

Just snatch 10 out da bank

They thought I robbed myself

Haitian boi coming out the east

I'm married to these streets

Sipping slow on this mable lean

I'm Chasing wit the trees

She say she get it every night

She said she fuck wit naked hussle

I ain't even mad

I'm still building up my puzzle

Yeeen never gone

Meet a Haitian boi like me

I can have 100k still wear a corner store white tee

Ooooooh. Oooooooooh

I gotta lettt my soul crrry

She don't wanna let my soulll die