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Letra : For The Soul
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain't f**kin' around with these b*t*hes no more
(Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid)
Pull up old school on Swishers, yeah, the ones that two fold
Tecca, Tecca, and Lil Boat
Sit in a crowd, I hop in the scope
Feelin' too wild, hop in my coat
I walk around this b*t*h, feel like the Pope
Them two lil' black boys need it all
Them two lil' black boys make 'em call
They call them Jackboys up, took 'em off, took the static off
We do this sh*t, like for real, no joke
I just put Moncler all up on my coat
I been in that b*t*h body, it's too cold
My b*t*h, they screamin', "4, 4, 4"
Tecca and Boat, Tecca and Boat
Don't gotta say it, you already know
Make a b*t*h friend, ain't no damn hoes
Hit my blunt, it's for the soul
Hit my blunt, it's for the soul
Hit my blunt, it's for the soul
My left wrist, it got me cold
I been stuck up in my glow
Bet you won't believe me but it's VVS on both Margiela
Big league, it's the big dawg, don't want no average Joe
Fifteen, I first started sipping
Me and Tecca runnin' records, ain't no switching
Maybe if you'd have gotten in this sh*t, ain't no shifting
Just havin' fun in the stu', can't have 'em trippin'
She get high, I catch every vibe in the sky
Tecca, Tecca, and Lil Boat
Sit in a crowd, I hop in the scope
Feelin' too wild, hop in my coat
I walk around this b*t*h, feel like the Pope
Them two lil' black boys need it all
Them two lil' black boys make 'em call
They call them Jackboys up, took 'em off, took the static off
We do this sh*t, like for real, no joke
I just put Moncler all up on my coat
I been in that b*t*h body, it's too cold
My b*t*h, they screamin', "4, 4, 4"
Tecca and Boat, Tecca and Boat
Don't gotta say it, you already know
Make a b*t*h friend, ain't no damn hoes
Hit my blunt, it's for the soul
Hit my blunt, it's for the soul
Hit my blunt, it's for the soul
My left wrist, it got me cold
I been stuck up in my glow...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain't f**kin' around with these b*t*hes no more
(Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid)
Pull up old school on Swishers, yeah, the ones that two fold
Tecca, Tecca, and Lil Boat
Sit in a crowd, I hop in the scope
Feelin' too wild, hop in my coat
I walk around this b*t*h, feel like the Pope
Them two lil' black boys need it all
Them two lil' black boys make 'em call
They call them Jackboys up, took 'em off, took the static off
We do this sh*t, like for real, no joke
I just put Moncler all up on my coat
I been in that b*t*h body, it's too cold
My b*t*h, they screamin', "4, 4, 4"
Tecca and Boat, Tecca and Boat
Don't gotta say it, you already know
Make a b*t*h friend, ain't no damn hoes
Hit my blunt, it's for the soul
Hit my blunt, it's for the soul
Hit my blunt, it's for the soul
My left wrist, it got me cold
I been stuck up in my glow
Bet you won't believe me but it's VVS on both Margiela
Big league, it's the big dawg, don't want no average Joe
Fifteen, I first started sipping
Me and Tecca runnin' records, ain't no switching
Maybe if you'd have gotten in this sh*t, ain't no shifting
Just havin' fun in the stu', can't have 'em trippin'
She get high, I catch every vibe in the sky
Tecca, Tecca, and Lil Boat
Sit in a crowd, I hop in the scope
Feelin' too wild, hop in my coat
I walk around this b*t*h, feel like the Pope
Them two lil' black boys need it all
Them two lil' black boys make 'em call
They call them Jackboys up, took 'em off, took the static off
We do this sh*t, like for real, no joke
I just put Moncler all up on my coat
I been in that b*t*h body, it's too cold
My b*t*h, they screamin', "4, 4, 4"
Tecca and Boat, Tecca and Boat
Don't gotta say it, you already know
Make a b*t*h friend, ain't no damn hoes
Hit my blunt, it's for the soul
Hit my blunt, it's for the soul
Hit my blunt, it's for the soul
My left wrist, it got me cold
I been stuck up in my glow...
