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Soul Snatcher Lyrics - Artist : Damedot
(Marc Madness, let's go crazy)
(Are you in the mafia?) Look Ten bottles in the bar, it came with the sparkles That 40 with the beam, it came with the hollows When you climbin' up the ladder, niggas wanna doubt you You start gettin' money, then they talk about you This a thirty strip of hundreds, baby, let me spread If you suck me up right now, girl, you gon' get ahead Three hundred for my shirt, two thousand for my pants You say you a soul snatcher, bitch, come take it then Hit him with the oohwop, I'm icy like I'm Guwop LA in a new drop, feelin' like I'm 2Pac Pull 'em down, bend it over, baby, let me see Your friend talkin' 'bout, "What it's layin' like?" Let's let her see Bitch, you gotta pay, you can't get this shit for free The fiends say it's strong, this shit from the Medellín I tripled up the chi-chi 'cause I hit it with a three If anybody ask, you ain't get this shit from me The right mix turn a little to a lot of G's I'm poppin' P's, 'bout to pour up a lot of lean I'm in the condo by myself with a lot of sleeves I'm hearin' funny voices in here, but the chop in reach Amiri jeans now, it was Artful Dodgers Seven hundred horsepower came with the Charger Sometimes you win or you lose, you just gotta charge it These niggas ain't real, most these niggas fraudulent When the hating don't work, then the rumors spread Nigga play around with me, bitch, I want his head The jeans I wear cost a thousand just for a leg You say you a soul snatcher, bitch, come take it then Oh, you freaky freaky, huh? This shit beyond me Sayin' all this shit like she want me to get behind it The Perc' just kicked in, it was perfect timing Shit talkin' when we fuck, she wanna wine and dine me You get to loose talkin', boy, then we gotta wipe you If your bitch ass get to hidin', then we gotta find you You meet my A |
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