Singer: Fredo Bang
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Song: Bless His Soul
Fredo Bang - Bless His Soul Lyrics (LRC) (02:53-173-0-en) (PARTIAL PREVIEW)
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[00:15.20]Woadie got a body, he ain't tell nobody
[00:18.00]He stuck to the code, hope God bless his soul
[00:20.70]Right hand on the Bible, tell the lie straight to the judge
[00:23.60]Just 'cause he ain't never fold, hope God bless his soul (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[00:26.30]Ain't gotta drop a bag, got niggas to do that shit for free (Grr)
[00:31.20]Ain't gotta spend a band, got niggas to do that shit for me
[00:34.30]Got a house up in the 'burb, but mama I'm still in these streets (Ooh-ooh)
[00:37.90]Know that we be actin' (Playin'), that AC that I'm packin' is compact ('Pact)
[00:41.00]Ask around my city, I work that ratchet (Yeah)
[00:43.30]I'm livin' what they rappin', pull it out like Go Go Gadgеt (Boaw)
[00:46.10]I put my savage on even though hе active (Yeah)
[00:48.20]Get a bag and not a casket (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[00:50.10]I was taught to get it in the old way (Old way)
[00:52.20]I was slingin' iron up on that tollway (Tollway)
[00:54.80]I been traumatized, I can't let nobody close, babe
[00:57.60]Snakes in disguise, told me lies with a bold face
[01:00.60]I salute to the real one time
[01:03.50]Hoppin' gates, tryna duck one time
[01:06.30]Kept it real, ain't think of switchin' one time
[01:08.90]You hit a lick to feed your kids, but that's fine
[01:11.80]Woadie got a body, he ain't tell nobody
[01:14.40]He stuck to the code, hope God bless his soul
[01:17.30]Right hand on the Bible, tell the lie straight to the judge
[01:20.00]Just 'cause he ain't never fold, hope God bless his soul (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[01:22.90]Ain't gotta drop a bag, got niggas to do that shit for free (Grr)
[01:27.70]Ain't gotta spend a band, got niggas to do that shit for me
[01:30.50]Got a house up in the 'burb, but mama I'm still in these streets (Ooh-ooh)
[01:33.70]Let off clips when we drill shit, clap his dome
[01:36.80]With some old heads on field trips like chaperones, uh
[01:39.60]These niggas vaginal, my niggas animals
[01:42.70]From the murder capital where catchin' bodies casual
[01:45.60]Keep these angels guardin' me, saved us with a harmony
[01:48.40]My daddy saw the star in me when stars seemed too far to reach
[01:51.20]I'm perfectin' my artistry, grew up on Tha Carter III
[01:54.10]Shoot like we play for varsity, these slugs'll hit his artery
[01:56.90]He can't be with g...........
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