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Young Laurent - No Soul Lyrics



Young Laurent - No Soul Lyrics
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Ain't finna f*ck with
Them bitches again
Can't ever trust anybody it's 10
500 shoots in the whip Ima spin
Buss out the 4
Buss out the 4
Buss out the 5
I'm with the fam
Put yo shit in the floor
Bitch you a joke
I got my fire
Blood on ya coat
45 let it blow
45 on tha stove
45 let it smoke
All mines on that dro
Pressure done hit
Now yo boy got no soul
Talk crazy you get hit boy
Ain't never cap you a bitch boy
Shit free like a lick boy
Get back get yo shit boy
This be that type of shit
Yeah you been typing bitch
You just been riding dick
You ain't been hyping shit
You finna copy some shit
And then paste like a writer bitch
Pussy
You be the type to start pressing
Security here man
I just brought my gun in
F*ck if you scary
And f*ck about them numbers
My rocket hold 20
So if I was you id start running
I know Ima youngin
But I'm moving slowly
And smart you should know
I don't trust shit
I got some fam did me wrong
Told my brodie
It really do be ya own blood jit
Buss out tha 4
Buss out tha 4
Buss out tha 5
I'm with the fam
Put yo shit in the floor
Bitch you a joke
I got my fire
Blood on yo coat
45 let it blow
45 on the stove
45 let it smoke
All mines on tha dro
Pressure done hit
Now yo boy got no soul
Aye what you on motherf*cker
When I start flying
You best get to duckin
I'm making bands in a drought
While yo boy making nothing
Shit thats something
I cant even lie
I'm hella turnt up
& I pray I don't die
Shit cause Im burnt up
I pop me like 5
I'm finna murk something
Yo girl on her knees
Like she praying or something
& it's crazy cuz my dawg
Ain't saying enough
If she feeling my dawg
Then we switch
Ain't no thang I just fill up my cup
Bitch said she feeling the love
But I know that aint me
Cause I ain't hit her up
She saw the bands on tha gram
When I was down on my ass
I got hit with the dub
Now tell me wassup
Buss out tha 4
Buss out tha 4
Buss out tha 5
I'm with the fam
Put yo shit in the floor
Bitch you a joke
I got my fire
Blood on yo coat
45 let it blow
45 on the stove
45 let it smoke
All mines on tha dro
Pressure done hit
Now yo boy got no soul
Aye where yo soul at?
Aye where yo pole at?
Aye where yo dawgs at?
Aye where yo bark at?
You was tough on the net
But I seen you in person
& ask where yo hoe at
Hahaha pussy
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Ain't finna f*ck with
Them bitches again
Can't ever trust anybody it's 10
500 shoots in the whip Ima spin
Buss out the 4
Buss out the 4
Buss out the 5
I'm with the fam
Put yo shit in the floor
Bitch you a joke
I got my fire
Blood on ya coat
45 let it blow
45 on tha stove
45 let it smoke
All mines on that dro
Pressure done hit
Now yo boy got no soul
Talk crazy you get hit boy
Ain't never cap you a bitch boy
Shit free like a lick boy
Get back get yo shit boy
This be that type of shit
Yeah you been typing bitch
You just been riding dick
You ain't been hyping shit
You finna copy some shit
And then paste like a writer bitch
Pussy
You be the type to start pressing
Security here man
I just brought my gun in
F*ck if you scary
And f*ck about them numbers
My rocket hold 20
So if I was you id start running
I know Ima youngin
But I'm moving slowly
And smart you should know
I don't trust shit
I got some fam did me wrong
Told my brodie
It really do be ya own blood jit
Buss out tha 4
Buss out tha 4
Buss out tha 5
I'm with the fam
Put yo shit in the floor
Bitch you a joke
I got my fire
Blood on yo coat
45 let it blow
45 on the stove
45 let it smoke
All mines on tha dro
Pressure done hit
Now yo boy got no soul
Aye what you on motherf*cker
When I start flying
You best get to duckin
I'm making bands in a drought
While yo boy making nothing
Shit thats something
I cant even lie
I'm hella turnt up
& I pray I don't die
Shit cause Im burnt up
I pop me like 5
I'm finna murk something
Yo girl on her knees
Like she praying or something
& it's crazy cuz my dawg
Ain't saying enough
If she feeling my dawg
Then we switch
Ain't no thang I just fill up my cup
Bitch said she feeling the love
But I know that aint me
Cause I ain't hit her up
She saw the bands on tha gram
When I was down on my ass
I got hit with the dub
Now tell me wassup
Buss out tha 4
Buss out tha 4
Buss out tha 5
I'm with the fam
Put yo shit in the floor
Bitch you a joke
I got my fire
Blood on yo coat
45 let it blow
45 on the stove
45 let it smoke
All mines on tha dro
Pressure done hit
Now yo boy got no soul
Aye where yo soul at?
Aye where yo pole at?
Aye where yo dawgs at?
Aye where yo bark at?
You was tough on the net
But I seen you in person
& ask where yo hoe at
Hahaha pussy
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Writer: Christian Richards
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Performed By: Young Laurent
Language: English
Length: 2:40
Written by: Christian Richards

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