Soul Lyrics

Ya soul

Soul, Soul

Ya soul

Soul, Soul

Ya soul

Soul, Soul

Ya soul

Ya soul

Soul, Soul

Ya soul

Soul, Soul

Ya soul

Soul, Soul

Ya soul

Ya soul

Fuck with my bae we taking his

Soul

His soul

Fuck with the gang and we taking ya

Ya soul

Ya soul

Fuck with my bae we taking his

Ya soul

Ya soul

Fuck with the gang and we taking ya

Soul, Ahh Ahhh

Fuck with my bae and we taking his soul

Fuck with the gang and we taking ya soul

Fuck with my bae and we taking his soul, soul, soul

Fuck with the gang and we taking ya soul

Fuck with my bae and we taking ya soul

Fuck with my gang and we taking ya soul, soul, his soul

She wanna travel the world but I can't bring my bros

Bro, Bro

She got a fethish for money, and fashion, and clothes

Clothes, Clothes

She hope I pop like the grease on the stove

She loving all of my music

Talk about money and cars but she wanna trip on the hoes

The labels they want me to sign it's like where to go

I ain't spend a bag on that chain, man I got me a pole

Mama just tellin me don't give ya self to a hoe, it's funny cause her and the drank be making me whole

Can't let the bitch go and get out the best in me

Pray to my god if I can't find the recipe

Treasure I summon I wish I was Megumi

She ask me questions it feel like it's Jeopardy

Heard you was standing on business then step to me

Percocet, Percocet might be the death of me

Hollow tip, hollow tip we got the Smg

Shot at that boy, and the only think left was

His soul

His soul

Beef with the LV we taking his

Soul

His soul

Come here baby just give me ya

Soul

Ya soul

Ya soul

Ya soul

Ya soul

Fuck with my bae and we taking his soul

Fuck with the gang and we taking ya soul

Fuck with my bae and we taking his soul, soul, soul

Fuck with the gang and we taking ya soul

Fuck with my bae and we taking ya soul

Fuck with my gang and we taking ya soul, soul, his soul