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Soul Cry Lyrics - Artist : Bang, Fredo
Pipe that shit up TnT
Tajh Money I put my trust up in this dirty pistol Can't put my trust up in no dirty nigga I had that stick on me when I worked at Winn-Dixie They play games and hid like turtles nigga That's why we murder niggas I know a pastor with a body nigga So I don't read no Bible scriptures And I say uhh uhhh I hopped off that porch with the torch nigga Uhh uhhh We make pistols spark when it's dark nigga Uhh uhhh I hopped off that porch with the torch nigga Uhh uhhh We make pistols spark when it's dark nigga Lord can you hear my soul cry I ain't prayed in awhile yeah The only thing that make me happy Is when we walk a nigga down I know a gangster ass nigga put his stick before his kids I believe in god, I pray to him before I sin Many tried many died felt the flame from the gat 6 feet under dirt dig em up you want him back I could go stupid with this dirty sig Imma put you on the front page fore you take my momma kid I'm out my body out my top I'm out my fuckin lid Big ol stepper head dresser tell me how you want your wig Split his shit and do a bid I get jiggy with that stick we can dance we could tango If I want him bad hop his fence fuck a gate code He try me then he fucked like a bitch off of bang bros I'm thuggin I can't help it told the Lord that I can't go And I say uhh uhhh I hopped off that porch with the torch nigga Uhh uhhh We make pistols spark when it's dark nigga Uhh uhhh I hopped off that porch with the torch nigga Uhh uhhh We make pistols spark when it's dark nigga Lord can you hear my soul cry I ain't prayed in awhile yeah The only thing that make me happy Is when we walk a nigga down I put my trust up in this dirty pistol Can't put my trust up in no dirty nigga I had that stick on me when I worked at Winn-Dixie They play games and hid like turtles nigga That's why we murder niggas I know a pastor with a body nigga So I don't read no Bible scriptures |
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