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bigxthaplug – soul cry lyrics

[intro]
(come a little bit closer and look into my eyes)
(we don’t need no lovin’, boy don’t be surprised)
(come a little bit closer and look into my eyes)
(we don’t need no lovin’, boy don’t be surprised)

[ verse 1]
aye, aye, aye
remember them nights at the trap, we was gettin’ it in we ain’t even have straps
you know me i was fresh off that (?) but they had left me out of paper so it was a rap
out that cell, i went straight to the streets, i wasn’t lookin’ for love, i was lookin’ for dab
found a room nd’ i made it a trap
we was sеllin’ three ones to flip in the house
ayе
see these n+ggas they know what i’m bout, so they speak on the social and not when im round
there some n+ggas i got to put down, im not talkin’ to (?) im talkin’ to (?)
can’t remember the last time i smiled, man this sh+t is wicked, they tryina get me
they prey that i fall so they can come get me, put this on the block, if i go they go with me
i remember i had that little 30. but then i said “f+ck it” nd’ got me a 50
man rosama gave me a ticket, he said “go on nd’ take it, get out of here with me”
tryina tell him this street sh+t addictin’, my poppa always hoppin’ nd’ n+gga play fifty
plus imma crip, screamin’ rip nipsy, he play then he lay, he gon’ get hit with sixty
use to f+ck on this b+tch, her name tiffiny, b+tch she got cut my new b+tch hit differently
racks in my mouth, don’t need ice when im sippin’, my partner on powder i told him he trippin’
he uh hustler, i told him “i get it” but then he got cut, caught him tellin’ my business
imma street n+gga straight out them trenches, put locks on the trap just to chase up these millions
[verse 2]
i step by myself because i never been friendly, i never like talkin’ to n+ggas
if he run up on me, then he gon’ see the light, im gon’ have to white chalk me a n+gga
thirdy shots in this mag while im f+ckin’ her face, i be cautious while we sit on red lights
tryina (?) numbers, i f+cked her but (?) we still hittin’ lics still the bread right
if he switch, he a b+tch, im like f+ck him
tell my bro do the hit, he gon’ bust him
i was thuggin’ so hard, if the ops see a n+gga with me, then they know not to touch him
broad day spark it out, its whatever
cheat on me, she ain’t stupid she know better
i’ll tell her all that sh+t before i ball up my fist, ill never hit a b+tch cuz i know better
you be ready to off you a n+gga
if a n+gga touch you then he dead right
i come from the jungle, just speak up don’t mumble, this smoke ill come free its a head price
we gon’ pop up in that b+tch if that bread right
duckin’ nd’ swervin when we see the fed lights
nd’ i hope he come strap if he tryina come sn+tch, imma up from that b+tch, let my leg strike
he get caught up i know he gon’ rat
nd’ those n+ggas (?) they some fed mice
ain’t fightin’ no cases, im blessed to be free, i was riskin’ my freedom like every night
who these n+ggas be thinkin’ they foolin’?
b+tch i grew up with you, i ain’t like that
we was fightin’ in alleys, just bangin’ with n+ggas, when yall see the (?) yellin’ “fight back”
we took his chain because we know that you fraud, p+ssy you can’t get your ice back
they post on the block, with they heat in the draws, the op run down, better strike that
he feel like he gangster, we pushin’ his card, because he know he ain’t like that
don’t come round here cappin’ nd’ thinkin’ you hard cuz p+ssy you can’t get your life back

- bigxthaplug lyrics

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