Fredo Bang - Bless His Soul (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Fredo Bang - Bless His Soul (en) Lyrics
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Woadie got a body, he
ain't tell nobody
He stuck to the code, hope
God bless his soul
Right hand on the Bible, tell the
lie straight to the judge
Just 'cause he ain't never
fold, hope God bless his
soul (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ain't gotta drop a bag, got niggas
to do that shit for free (Grr)
Ain't gotta spend a band, got niggas
to do that shit for me
Got a house up in the 'burb,
but mama I'm still in
these streets (Ooh-ooh)
Know that we be actin' (Playin'),
that AC that I'm packin'
is compact ('Pact)
Ask around my city, I work
that ratchet (Yeah)
I'm livin' what they rappin', pull
it out like Go Go Gadgеt (Boaw)
I put my savage on even though
hе active (Yeah)
Get a bag and not a casket
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I was taught to get it in
the old way (Old way)
I was slingin' iron up on
that tollway (Tollway)
I been traumatized, I can't
let nobody close, babe
Snakes in disguise, told me
lies with a bold face
I salute to the real one time
Hoppin' gates, tryna duck one time
Kept it real, ain't think
of switchin' one time
You hit a lick to feed your
kids, but that's fine
Let off clips when we drill
shit, clap his dome
With some old heads on field
trips like chaperones, uh
These niggas vaginal,
my niggas animals
From the murder capital where
catchin' bodies casual
Keep these angels guardin' me,
saved us with a harmony
My daddy saw the star in me when
stars seemed too far to reach
I'm perfectin' my artistry,
grew up on Tha Carter III
Shoot like we play for varsity,
these slugs'll hit his artery
He can't be with gang, we revoked
him of his membership
Out here writin' statements like
he workin' on his penmanship
Hellcat just for racin', fuck around
and bought the dealership
Mama look, I made it and I still
got all my killers here
Yeah, I salute to the real one time
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