Soul

Step in this bitch wit my ruger
Ima step in this bitch wit my ruler
Got a weapon on me that's my shooter
And I bet he take a nigga soul
She be ready take a nigga soul
Came over to my crib no clothes
Step in this bitch wit my ruger
Ima step in this bitch wit my ruler
Got a weapon on me that's my shooter
And I bet he take a nigga soul
She be ready take a nigga soul
Came over to my crib no clothes

Wit chanel slips on her toes
Hair down and nun but a robe
I got weapons up under my clothes
Smith and wesson up under my clothes
I just came from the function wit poles
Cuz that sack on me got a few rolls
And I know that these lil niggaz know
I can't talk to you niggaz you hos
Got a glock on me yea that's fasho
And a mop on me but they don't know
She gon top me right after the show
Bitch it's Woppy you kno how that go
Try to rob me I fuck around blow
Ain't gon cap ima fuck around blow
On the raq ima fuck around blow one these niggaz bro
Ain't got no choice, you hear pain all in my voice
Stay on balance keep my poise
Baby I ain't like them bois
Pussy bald and yea it's moist
When she nut she make a noise
The real deal, the real McCoy
I don't buss she get annoyed
I'm gon beat it Tyson, Roy

Step in this bitch wit my ruger
Ima step in this bitch wit my ruler
Got a weapon on me that's my shooter
And I bet he take a nigga soul
She be ready take a nigga soul
Came over to my crib no clothes
Step in this bitch wit my ruger
Ima step in this bitch wit my ruler
Got a weapon on me that's my shooter
And I bet he take a nigga soul
She be ready take a nigga soul
Came over to my crib no clothes



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Dixon
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