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letra de sold her soul - driscoll k

[intro]
(hermes couch, hermes house)
(hermes route)
(yeah, all her friends be like “girl, we know you sold your soul…”)

[chorus]
standing on what? you ain’t standing on sh-t
ain’t shooting bullets, you takin’ a pic’
ain’t smokin’ loud, you takin’ a sh-t
you act like you know me, you ain’t in the mix
i’m kinda skinny but my money fat
she callin’ me while i’m smokin’ a pack
i like that girl, i like her way to do sh-t
she come to my crib, we ain’t takin’ a nap
all her friends be like “girl, we know you sold your soul”
my grandpa wasn’t a plumber, but he was playin’ with them poles
and i’m not elton john, but my heart is f-cking cold
i like her bestfriend, but i keep that on thе low (i don’t say sh-t)

[only verse]
big body trackhawk, my money clean
f-ck being smooth, no vasеline
i was 15, shopping at celine
i know my worth, good self-esteem
i feel like a rockstar, without the cocaine
i’m going dumb, she give me some dope brain
feeling romantic, bought her a mulsanne
big leaf feel like i took 4 xan’s
i love my girl, pretty and two-faced
good on the day, but at night, she’s bad, man
you faker than a bbl
you got exposed, but don’t get sad, man
you got exposed, you wearin’ fake jumpman
don’t act tough, ‘cause you gon’ get jumped, man
24/7, she know wassup, man
don’t talk, n0body give a f-ck, man
hermes couch, hermes house
i was broke, took the hermes route
i just want cash, don’t want no clout
main vibe straight from the south
alex mcqueen could be my f-cking bestie
by the way that i’m spending all my money wreckless
on a alex pair of jeans, on a alex limousine
i could be a f-cking fiend for a alex cup of lean, huh
but i ain’t spending money on drugs, i’m a king, huh (i’m a king!)
got tired of the ghost, i just bought a brand new machine, huh
she mad at me, then, she wanna do a scene, huh (she wanna f-ck)
i don’t give a f-ck ‘bout luck, i don’t go to the casino (f-ck you)
[chorus]
standing on what? you ain’t standing on sh-t
ain’t shooting bullets, you takin’ a pic
ain’t smokin’ loud, you takin’ a sh-t
you act like you know me, you ain’t in the mix
i’m kinda skinny but my money (fat)
she callin’ me while i’m smokin’ a (pack)
i like that girl, i like her way to do sh-t
she come to my crib, we ain’t takin’ a nap
all her friends be like “girl, we know you sold your soul”
my grandpa wasn’t a plumber, but he was playin’ with them poles
and i’m not elton john, but my heart is f-cking cold
i like her bestfriend, but i keep that on the low

[outro]
(yeah, i don’t say sh-t)
(i don’t say sh-t)
(i don’t say sh-t, b-tch)
(all of her friends be like “yeah, we know you sold you soul, yeah, we know you sold your soul to that boy)

- driscoll k

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