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fredo bang – soul cry lyrics

[intro]
(pipe that sh+t up, tnt)
(tahj money)

[refrain]
i put my trust up in this dirty pistol
can’t put my trust up in no dirty n+gga
i had the stick on me when i worked at [?]
they play games and hid like turtles n+gga (sheesh)
that’s why we murder n+ggas
i know a pastor with a body n+gga
so i don’t read no bible scriptures

[pre+chorus]
and i say, “uh+uh”
i hopped off that porch with the torch, n+gga (yeah+yeah+yeah)
“uh+uh”
we make pistols spark when it’s dark n+gga (yeah+yeah+yeah)
“uh+uh”
i hopped off that porch with the torch n+gga (yeah+yeah+yeah)
“uh+uh”
we make pistols spark when it’s dark n+gga (yeah+yeah+yeah)

[chorus]
lord can you hear my soul cry? (you know the bible a lie, you hear me? but i still)
i ain’t prayed in a while, yeah (i still praise god, you hear me?)
yeah, the only thing that make me happy (but the bible is a lie,) i ain’t tryna see no f+ckin’ pastor
is when we walk a n+gga down (that n+gga doin’ worser than me, you hear me?)
[verse]
i know a gangster ass n+gga put his stick before his kids
i believe in god, i pray to him before i sin
many tried, many died, felt the flame from the gat
six feet under dirt, dig ’em up, you want him back (boom+boom)
i could go stupid with this dirty sig (bah)
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 league, yeah
big ol’ stepper, head dresser, tell me how you want your wig?
split his sh+t and do a bid
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 try me then he f+cked like a b+tch off of bang bros
i’m thuggin’ i can’t help it, told the lord that i can’t go

[chorus]
lord, can you hear my soul cry? (lord, you hear me cryin’?)
i ain’t prayed in a while, yeah (i ain’t prayed in f+ckin’ a while)
yeah, the only thing that make me happy ([?])
is when we walk a n+gga down (pray we gon’ murk the n+gga)
[refrain]
i put my trust up in this dirty pistol
can’t put my trust up in no dirty n+gga
i had the stick on me when i worked at [?]
they play games and hid like turtles n+gga (sheesh)
that’s why we murder n+ggas
i know a pastor with a body n+gga
so i don’t read no bible scriptures (boom+boom)

[outro]
you know the bible a lie, you hear me? but i still
i still praise god, you hear me?
but the bible is a lie
i ain’t tryna see no f+ckin’ pastor
that n+gga doin’ worser than me, you hear me?

- fredo bang lyrics

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