Shang Tsung

Yea

Woke up and hopped out the bed
Might just go pop me a tag
Ima go get me a bag
Ima go get to this bag
Ima put that on the soul
Ima put that on the soul
Gotta put that on the soul
Gotta feel that in the soul
Freaky lil bitch she a pro
Coke residue on her nose
She like it down in her throat
She buss it down for the bros
That lil bitch sold me her soul
That lil bitch sold me her soul
Ima put that on the soul
Gotta put that on the soul

All I ever wanted was the money homie trynna get the bag running up
I was only trynna learn the game so I had to play the back coming up
All about the mathematics im just out here trynna make the cash double up
Ass like boom blou Kung Lao I was in that pussy with the hat cutting up
She got that weight on that thang
Shawty as thick as the plot mmm mmm
She made a grave mistake
I don't care if you dig it or not mmm wait
She want the stick in her box
I had to slip on the sock
Downing this dick like Ciroc
I was in the stoody just cooking up work
My potna was whipping the pot
That lil bitch love when it snow
She like to play with her nose
I like to drink and smoke
Don't have no interest in coke
I gotta stand on my principles never did wave I never fold
You know that you reap what you sow
You know that you reap what you sow

Woke up and hopped out the bed
Might just go pop me a tag
Ima go get me a bag
Ima go get to this bag
Ima put that on the soul
Ima put that on the soul
Gotta put that on the soul
Gotta feel that in the soul
Freaky lil bitch she a pro
Coke residue on her nose
She like it down in her throat
She buss it down for the bros
That lil bitch sold me her soul
That lil bitch sold me her soul
Ima put that on the soul
Gotta put that on the soul

Live in living color amongst the walking dead like Mike in Thriller
Be careful what you ask for
You know that vice is killer like
Bryson Tiller you know that's how they trap souls
Souls for sale
Souls for sale
Souls for sale
I can see that you really not about that life you just posture as if
Somewhere in the recesses of your psycho viscera
Got you thinking that you scaring real monsters and shit
Oh I get it you just did it for the gram
Went rogue on what you know and
Abandoned what you am
And you neglect the fact that there is proof
That as long as you are living within your truth
You are the realest nigga in the room ooooo
Just know you give away a stench when you ain't did it
Authentic
But everything was cool when that little light of yours was shining but
What do you do now that its all dimming
Lord willing
When you come to realize that the jig is up and
Everything you saw in it
Wasn't all
Well shit you get it
From over here I hear that your heart is pumping like an 808
Yet still you claim that you not the one to bass with
Too basic, Bruce Wayne flip
You Heath Ledgers need to be careful on how you paint yourself
Don't get too deep assuming a role in the dark night
To the point to when you look in the mirror
You still don't see your two faces
Your heart is Harvey Dented
Your soul is losing its sole purpose and its hardly plenished
The party's ending
And you gave it away for the low
So defeated before they can even say finish him
You let Shang Tsung take your soul
Whoa
Souls for sale
Souls for sale
Souls for sale



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Writer(s): Miles Randolph
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