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foolio - souled lyrics

[intro]
thug holiday, i hope all you n+ggas make it
(rich makin’ hits)

[verse 1]
they told me 6 you wrong, why you dissing on they loved ones?
every time a n+gga die, why they family playing victim?
yo’ son was out here thuggin’, claim he smoking all my n+ggas
i told him all that talking make them shooters come and get ’em (blatt)
i told him all that talking make my 6’s slide and k!ll ’em
i told him and i warned him, why the f+ck he ain’t listen? (dummy)
warning came before destruction, guess they met the consequences
out of town n+ggas want beef, this right here none yo’ business
this right here none yo’ business
’cause a lot of n+ggas dead, bloodshed, revenge and k!lling
this right here none yo’ business
’cause a lot of n+ggas dead, bloodshed, revenge and k!lling
[chorus]
thug holiday, i hope all you n+ggas make it
you know that karma real and to all we forsake it
i’m dancing with the devil, i had dealings in with satan
but god got my back and i know that i’ma make it
label say “sell yo’ soul, it’ll equal out to greatness”
h+ll no, i can’t go, i’m so humble, i’m so patient
why the f+ck you sold yo’ soul?
why the f+ck you sold yo’ soul? shoulda grind it out, be patient

[verse 2]
why the f+ck you sold yo’ soul? should’ve grinded, i’ll be humble
they wanna see you fall and they wanna see you crumble
they wanna see you trip and they wanna see you stumble
you finally got that sack and they wanna see you fumble
i can’t trust n0body
(why the f+ck you sold yo’ soul? shoulda grind it out, be patient)
i can’t trust n0body
(my shooters in that jam and they under interrogation)
(6)

[chorus]
thug holiday, i hope all you n+ggas make it
you know that karma real and to all we forsake it
i’m dancing with the devil, i had dealings in with satan
but god got my back and i know that i’ma make it
label say “sell yo’ soul, it’ll equal out to greatness”
h+ll no, i can’t go, i’m so humble, i’m so patient
why the f+ck you sold yo’ soul?
why the f+ck you sold yo’ soul? shoulda grind it out, be patient
ha+ha+ha+ha+ha
well, that was some real sh+t right there, boy
how you gon’ need cops? sh+t
[outro]
why the f+ck you sold yo’ soul?
shoulda grind it out, be patient
i can’t trust n0body

- foolio lyrics

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