2KBABY - OLD SOUL (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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2KBABY - OLD SOUL (en) Lyrics
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Big Glock four-oh, yeah
Ridin' in a four door, yeah
We was servin' low-low, yeah
Come get it for the low-low, yeah
Never cuff a ho-ho, yeah
Drive it off like oh-ho, yeah
Take it to they front door, yeah
Never talk to po-po
Man, I got a old soul, yeah
(Man, I got a old soul)
I'm sorry that I got a old soul, yeah
(I'm sorry that I got a old soul)
But we only totin' on four-fours
And I'm never breaking the bro code
Do this shit all for my big
bro, yeah (Do this shit all
for my big bro, yeah)
I'm sorry that I got a old soul, yeah
Like, can I get a minute,
let a nigga finish
I'm too deep up in it, uh
They hate how I'm winnin',
sorry I been sinnin'
They say I'm forgiven, uh
Mad that I can't flip it,
I put up them digits
Told 'em go and get it, uh
Find 'em out here spinnin',
man they got precision
I know they ain't missing, uh
Tryna please my mama, stackin'
up these commas
I'm just like my papa, uh
I ain't with the drama,
call me the Don Dada
I move like Obama, uh
Plus I keep a llama and
I love the choppas
Bitch I'm like Mufasa, uh
Hotter than a sauna, name
a rapper hotter
I'ma say he not a, uh
I'm, I'm in love with Louis,
I'm in love with Gucci
She in love with Prada, uh
He say he gon' shoot me,
bitch, my life a movie
I get that a lotta
This clip hold a hundred anacondas,
stick it in the choppa
Show you who's a shotta, bitch,
pick up your partner
Nigga now I got her, you
can't say de nada
Do this shit all for my big bro,
yeah (Do this shit all for my big
bro, yeah, Big Glock four-oh)
I'm from that block where
they rob and they kill
Young nigga starvin' and
mobbin' for real
Way before rap it was
Glocks in the field
Talkin' like that 'cause
he probably for real
I was front lines, still
will when it get real
Couldn't be a kid, now I'm
grown, got a big wheel
Slid on niggas, better ask
how the Glick feel
Only Thursday, we done
been on six drills
For real, lit with no deal
Still in this bitch while
my niggas on pills
All of this ice in this
bitch, I'm on chill
Can't do no rap nigga
shit, get no grill
Can't be on rap niggas
dick I want mills
I really slept in the
trap with no meals
I really slept in the trap
with them steels
Four seven kick in the door,
gotta peel (Skrrt, nyoom)
I'm still that nigga
This like my eighth year
in rap and I'm richer
I still a bust down and
packs with my niggas
I just might walk in the trap
with a Richard (Mille)
I close my eyes, I see
cap, I see crystals
Open my eyes, I see Kobe, see pistols
Fuck it, I'm gon' get some
more of these dividends
I slept in county, can't go in
that bitch again (Never)
Crushes and felons
Juice make me want put a
four in the bitch again
Told you I never look back,
you weren't listening
Now I'm so fried, we gotta
keep distances
Two niggas bitches, don't
tell me what bitches did
I don't do internet, I'm
really in this shit
Act like you into that, nah, you
ain't innocent (Bop, bop)
It ain't no witnesses
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