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letra de (#1) soul cry - fredo bang

–pipe that sh-t up tnt–
–tajh money–

i put my trust up in this dirty pistol (dirty pistol)
can’t put my trust up in no dirty n-gga
i had that stick on me when i worked at winn-dixie
they play games and hide like turtles, n-gga (yeee)
that’s why we murder n-ggas
i know a pastor with a body, n-gga
sorry, no bible scriptures (boom, boom, boom!)

and i say uhh, uhhh
i hopped off that porch with the torch, n-gga (yeah, yeah, yeah, boom!)
uhh, uhhh
we make pistols spark when it’s dark, n-gga (yeah, yeah, yeah, boom!)
uhh, uhhh
i hopped off that porch with the torch, n-gga (yeah, yeah, yeah, boom!)
uhh, uhhh
we make pistols spark when it’s dark, n-gga (yeah, yeah, yeah, boom!)

lord can you hear my soul cry (you know, the bible a lie, ya heard me)
i ain’t prayed in a while, yeah (but i st- i still praise god, ya heard me)
the only thing that make me happy (but the, bible is a lie)
is when we walk a n-gga down (i ain’t tryna see no f-cking pastor, that n-gga doing, worser than me, ya heard me?)

i know a gangster ass n-gga put his stick before his kids (ki-i-ids)
i believe in god, i pray to him before i spin
many tried, many died, felt the flame from the gat (yeah, yeah, yeah)
6 feet under dirt, dig em’ up you want em’ back (boom boom, boom boom!)
i could go stupid with this dirty sig (blatt)
i’ma put you on the front page fore you take my momma kid (b-tch)
i’m out my body, out my top, i’m out my f-ckin lid (out my lid)
big ol’ stepper, hair dresser, tell me how you want your wig?
split his sh-t and do a bid (grrrrr)
i get jiggy with that stick, we can dance, we could tango (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
if i want him bad hop his fence, f-ck a gate code (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
if he tried me, then he f-cked like a b-tch off of bangbros (off of bangbros)
i’m thuggin, i can’t help it, told the lord that i can’t go
and i say uhh, uhhh
i hopped off that porch with the torch, n-gga (yeah, yeah, yeah, boom!)
uhh, uhhh
we make pistols spark when it’s dark, n-gga (yeah, yeah, yeah, boom!)
uhh, uhhh
i hopped off that porch with the torch, n-gga (yeah, yeah, yeah, boom!)
uhh, uhhh
we make pistols spark when it’s dark, n-gga (yeah, yeah, yeah, boom!)

lord can you hear my soul cry (i know you hear me praying, n-gga)
i ain’t prayed in a while, yeah (i ain’t prayed in a f-cking while)
the only thing that make me happy (you know what it is)
is when we walk a n-gga down (redrum murder, n-gga)

-“you know, the bible a lie, ya heard me
but i st- i still praise god, ya heard me
but the, bible is a lie
i ain’t tryna see no f-cking pastor
that n-gga doing, worser than me, ya heard me?”-

- fredo bang

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