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(#1) soul cry – fredo bang текст песни

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**pipe that sh*t up tnt**
**tajh money**

i put my trust up in this dirty pistol (dirty pistol)
can’t put my trust up in no dirty n*gga
i had that stick on me when i worked at winn*dixie
they play games and hide like turtles, n*gga (yeee)
that’s why we murder n*ggas
i know a pastor with a body, n*gga
sorry, no bible scriptures (boom, boom, boom!)

and i say uhh, uhhh
i hopped off that porch with the torch, n*gga (yeah, yeah, yeah, boom!)
uhh, uhhh
we make pistols spark when it’s dark, n*gga (yeah, yeah, yeah, boom!)
uhh, uhhh
i hopped off that porch with the torch, n*gga (yeah, yeah, yeah, boom!)
uhh, uhhh
we make pistols spark when it’s dark, n*gga (yeah, yeah, yeah, boom!)

lord can you hear my soul cry (you know, the bible a lie, ya heard me)
i ain’t prayed in a while, yeah (but i st* i still praise god, ya heard me)
the only thing that make me happy (but the, bible is a lie)
is when we walk a n*gga down (i ain’t tryna see no f*cking pastor, that n*gga doing, worser than me, ya heard me?)

i know a gangster ass n*gga put his stick before his kids (ki*i*ids)
i believe in god, i pray to him before i spin
many tried, many died, felt the flame from the gat (yeah, yeah, yeah)
6 feet under dirt, dig em’ up you want em’ back (boom boom, boom boom!)
i could go stupid with this dirty sig (blatt)
i’ma put you on the front page fore you take my momma kid (b*tch)
i’m out my body, out my top, i’m out my f*ckin lid (out my lid)
big ol’ stepper, hair dresser, tell me how you want your wig?
split his sh*t and do a bid (grrrrr)
i get jiggy with that stick, we can dance, we could tango (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
if i want him bad hop his fence, f*ck a gate code (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
if he tried me, then he f*cked like a b*tch off of bangbros (off of bangbros)
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, n*gga (yeah, yeah, yeah, boom!)
uhh, uhhh
we make pistols spark when it’s dark, n*gga (yeah, yeah, yeah, boom!)
uhh, uhhh
i hopped off that porch with the torch, n*gga (yeah, yeah, yeah, boom!)
uhh, uhhh
we make pistols spark when it’s dark, n*gga (yeah, yeah, yeah, boom!)

lord can you hear my soul cry (i know you hear me praying, n*gga)
i ain’t prayed in a while, yeah (i ain’t prayed in a f*cking while)
the only thing that make me happy (you know what it is)
is when we walk a n*gga down (redrum murder, n*gga)

i put my trust up in this dirty pistol (dirty pistol)
can’t put my trust up in no dirty n*gga
i had that stick on me when i worked at winn*dixie
they play games and hide like turtles, n*gga (yeee)
that’s why we murder n*ggas
i know a pastor with a body, n*gga
sorry, no bible scriptures (boom, boom, boom!)

*”you know, the bible a lie, ya heard me
but i st* i still praise god, ya heard me
but the, bible is a lie
i ain’t tryna see no f*cking pastor
that n*gga doing, worser than me, ya heard me?”*

- fredo bang текст песни

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