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My Soul Pt. 2 Video (MV)




Performed By: L3FTFORD3VD
Language: English
Length: 3:32
Written by: Jeffrey Arnold
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Bad hoes, I be smashin' or somethin' Listenin' to Smashin' Pumpkins
Got her ass for nothin' She said she ain't shake her ass for nothin
In the strip club, make it rain, ho, ooh, ayy
Louder than July, no Jamaican, oh, ooh, ayy
F*ck niggas, need to keep the case closed, ooh, ayy
40 on me, pullin' out the reload, yeah
That bitch from the scene, she like the Glee show, yeah
Paid for my cape, but I'm not hero, yeah
Ayy, bitch, I'm not cold, I'm Sub-Zero, uh
Ayy, you take my soul, that's for the low, yeah
Ayy, stitch a nigga up like Lilo
Pull up on the scene with my phone, oh, oh
Niggas talkin' time until I lose control
Cock it back, I load it up, then let it go
Niggas couldn't tell, they know I'm on a roll
Ballin' on that bullshit like Dead Rose
Ballerina with that Nina twinkle toes
TMZ don't play me, but you get exposed
Wake up in the morning, time to feed my demons
That bitch layin' next to me, she eat my semen
40 on my hip, best believe it's beamin
I've been tryin' to kill a nigga, damn, I'm feamin
Wake up in the morning, time to feed my demons
That bitch layin' next to me, she eat my semen
40 on my hip, best believe it's beamin
Honey, don't mind if it's super cold, I may catch the flu
Talk it down to me, I pull up to your avenue
Talk it down to me, I pull up to your avenue
Brand new gun, I can't wait to use it on your bitch ass
Gotta kill everybody on the scene, I know y'all be snitchin
Yeah, count the money I'm spendin' and make it back again
I ain't broke, I ain't goin' and sellin' packs again
I remember I was shoppin' up in Paxton
Now a nigga be pullin' up in that Benz wagon
Now a nigga pull up, I'm flexin' and I'm braggin
Sue me with the ball, man, it's best believe they sackless
I get a, I ain't wiped up, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch
Bitch, I'm piped up, tryna set me up, yeah
You heard her, you can't hurt her, yeah
Valentino, sellin' Sinos
I'ma build my green, bitch, I feel icy low
Up down, left, right, X and Y, that's the Chico
Yeah, yeah
Bad bitch came from Reno, met her at the casino
Heard she be sellin' Sinos, keep that hood, D-Lo
Steal your bike, Debo, make you shuffle, D-Lo
Pull up on his ass, up down, left, right, X, Y, Chico
Go-go, sing like Leesho, make momma can't find no hero
It ain't no competition
I've been countin' up my money and my dividends
We finna get it in
Back when I was sellin' lean, it wasn't no middleman
We was mixin' up the greens with that purple shit
Sellin' it for the high
Came a long way from watchin' my brother in the kitchen
Flippin' bricks, he ain't a hero, but he was servin' chickens
Uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh
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English

Bad hoes, I be smashin' or somethin' Listenin' to Smashin' Pumpkins
Got her ass for nothin' She said she ain't shake her ass for nothin
In the strip club, make it rain, ho, ooh, ayy
Louder than July, no Jamaican, oh, ooh, ayy
F*ck niggas, need to keep the case closed, ooh, ayy
40 on me, pullin' out the reload, yeah
That bitch from the scene, she like the Glee show, yeah
Paid for my cape, but I'm not hero, yeah
Ayy, bitch, I'm not cold, I'm Sub-Zero, uh
Ayy, you take my soul, that's for the low, yeah
Ayy, stitch a nigga up like Lilo
Pull up on the scene with my phone, oh, oh
Niggas talkin' time until I lose control
Cock it back, I load it up, then let it go
Niggas couldn't tell, they know I'm on a roll
Ballin' on that bullshit like Dead Rose
Ballerina with that Nina twinkle toes
TMZ don't play me, but you get exposed
Wake up in the morning, time to feed my demons
That bitch layin' next to me, she eat my semen
40 on my hip, best believe it's beamin
I've been tryin' to kill a nigga, damn, I'm feamin
Wake up in the morning, time to feed my demons
That bitch layin' next to me, she eat my semen
40 on my hip, best believe it's beamin
Honey, don't mind if it's super cold, I may catch the flu
Talk it down to me, I pull up to your avenue
Talk it down to me, I pull up to your avenue
Brand new gun, I can't wait to use it on your bitch ass
Gotta kill everybody on the scene, I know y'all be snitchin
Yeah, count the money I'm spendin' and make it back again
I ain't broke, I ain't goin' and sellin' packs again
I remember I was shoppin' up in Paxton
Now a nigga be pullin' up in that Benz wagon
Now a nigga pull up, I'm flexin' and I'm braggin
Sue me with the ball, man, it's best believe they sackless
I get a, I ain't wiped up, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch
Bitch, I'm piped up, tryna set me up, yeah
You heard her, you can't hurt her, yeah
Valentino, sellin' Sinos
I'ma build my green, bitch, I feel icy low
Up down, left, right, X and Y, that's the Chico
Yeah, yeah
Bad bitch came from Reno, met her at the casino
Heard she be sellin' Sinos, keep that hood, D-Lo
Steal your bike, Debo, make you shuffle, D-Lo
Pull up on his ass, up down, left, right, X, Y, Chico
Go-go, sing like Leesho, make momma can't find no hero
It ain't no competition
I've been countin' up my money and my dividends
We finna get it in
Back when I was sellin' lean, it wasn't no middleman
We was mixin' up the greens with that purple shit
Sellin' it for the high
Came a long way from watchin' my brother in the kitchen
Flippin' bricks, he ain't a hero, but he was servin' chickens
Uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh
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Writer: Jeffrey Arnold
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