Soul Talk Lyrics

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Im all in Houston but nigga from Souf of Atlanta

Pouring up bottles taking shots on the camera

Look for purple and shit bitch just pass me a Fanta

I just switch my location like you change the channel

(Switching that shit up)

My life is a literal movie this shit is amazing

Not no comedy shit boy these niggas fugazi

Shit im gone to the moon and my potna said brazy

Ima stay in my zone I aint gone let shit phase me

Give a fuck what you saying you better just pay me

Got the white hoes they tripping they motherfucking praise me

Ima gnarly lil nigga you know I be skating

Every time I get on beats you know I just walk and I slide

Im in the booth and im screaming free 5

Put on for gang I do it for the guys

When im rapping my songs its for the real niggas and hoes boy you already know

Im attached to the music like nigga was note

When I shoot out the window not giving signal

When she drinking the Casa she driving the boat

On a Mimosa brunch and you already know

At the top of the building and I stay on top floor

Made it out of the Souf and im not going broke

In the Lenox and shit and they give me a toast

Give a fuck about shit boy im all on the road

Im not stunning these niggas or bitches fasho

Count up my paper im getting them loads

Beat her back in , beat her back in

Got a big Glock and a Mac 10

Im just busy with the rapping and the trapping my phone active

Phone be jumping like trampoline

Switch out the Gucci I rock hella Celine

You aint superman bitch you aint saving me

Only do it myself what the fuck you mean

When I wake up I just put it on

Rocking designer cologne

Taking a trip on a trip yeah im gone

Fuck that bitch good then im sending her home

Wake up and repeat I do what I want

Im all in Houston but nigga from Souf of Atlanta

Pouring up bottles taking shots on the camera

Look for purple and shit bitch just pass me a Fanta

I just switch my location like you change the channel

(Switching that shit up)

My life is a literal movie this shit is amazing

Not no comedy shit boy these niggas fugazi

Shit im gone to the moon and my potna said brazy

Ima stay in my zone I aint gone let shit phase me

Give a fuck what you saying you better just pay me

Got the white hoes they tripping they motherfucking praise me

Ima gnarly lil nigga you know I be skating

Every time I get on beats you know I just walk and I slide

Im in the booth and im screaming free 5

Put on for gang I do it for the guys

When im rapping my songs its for the real niggas and hoes boy you already know

Im attached to the music like nigga was note

When I shoot out the window not giving signal

When she drinking the Casa she driving the boat

On a Mimosa brunch and you already know

At the top of the building and I stay on top floor

Made it out of the Souf and im not going broke

In the Lenox and shit and they give me a toast

Give a fuck about shit boy im all on the road

Im not stunning these niggas or bitches fasho

Count on my paper im getting them loads

Beat her back in , beat her back in

Got a big Glock and a Mac 10

Im just busy with the rapping and the trapping my phone active

Phone be jumping like trampoline

Switch out the Gucci I rock hella Celine

You aint superman bitch you aint saving me

Only do it myself what the fuck you mean

When I wake up I just put it on

Rocking designer cologne

Taking a trip on a trip yeah im gone

Fuck that bitch good then im sending her home

Wake up and repeat I do what I want