ฟังเพลงSoul Child (Explicit)

Soul Child (Explicit) - Yung Bleu/Lil Wayne

I just logged off the internet 'cause n***as be fake beefin'

I showed these n***as what to

Do with a Drake feature

Six-time nominated used to wait in line

Now they got us accommodated

Just think about the last seven months that

I dominated yeah

Them cars that we drive come

In like common denominators

You could be the one livin' this life or the commentator

I hope I live the life to see my n***as

Exonerated while they gettin' cancer

Cancer

I'm not a slave in my whip

I'm ownin' my masters

When I dropped that moon boy

I took off like NASA skrrt

I'm finally at a place where

We can talk 'bout the f**ked s**t

Don't need you complainin' because

I go through enough s**t

These n***as all my sons like

I grew up on Bushwick

I went from no money on my books to overbooked b***h

We out in Palestine they had to give me

My flowers like I'm their valentine

It was a matter of time

I never talked to the cops

When it was a matter of crime

How the f**k a legal drug turned to a federal crime

I got some n***as in prison who doin' federal time

And I heard you n***as fallin' off

I could feel the decline

My s**t through the roof don't

Give a f**k how the ceilin' designed

Hangin' with some made n***as who be on militant time

You n***as toy soldiers when they was

Tryna keep me in the game I crossed over

Feds tryna intercept the pack and got Moss'd over

filipino hoes in the room get tossed over

Now look at me cross over

Yeah

And I'm rappin' like my life depend

On this s**t It does n***a

I ain't got no love for these b***hes yeah

They never treated me special

They never did s**t but be extra

No Uber make her drive herself like a Tesla

Guns on the dresser came with a compressor

Don't you treat treat treat me like no sixth man uh yeah

Ayy tell the valet Bring the Urus to the parking lot

I got shooters in this car don't whip up

In this parking spot

I know n***as talk a lot 'cause they

All make 'em walk it out

I'm bougie what you talkin' 'bout

You never sucked this d**k so stop

B***hes they be fake as f**k fake a*s fake titties

Fake attitude ho actin' like you don't drink Henny

Talkin' 'bout some 1942 what you gon' do to get it

Ayy I probably got half on your rent if not get evicted

Can't be the hottest in the city

I'm tryna take over the whole f**kin' world

The world cray

Always first never second suck my third leg

Got her legs in the air like some bird legs

F**k her 'til she can't feel her legs like a mermaid

I'm a Perc' head lean fiend I'm a w**d boy

Coke on my fingers work a key like a keyboard

C*****e cowboy yeehaw high comin' down

Put some pounds on the other side of the see-saw

Yung Bleu I got 'em I one-two-and out 'em

Put the gun to his collar alhamdulillah 'em yeah

Bumbu and olives mushroom and molly

Been a pro since a kid like the young Luka Doncic

Promethazine make my punch punch like Muhammad

New Orleans love me like Miami love Udonis

Yeah red bandana and blue collar

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Soul child in this b***h

Platinum teeth but ain't no smiles in that bih

What's beef

Get the whole cow in this bih

If you ain't slatt keep your nose out of this s**t yeah

Yeah

Yeah yeah