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letra de soul cry - fredo bang

[intro]
(pipe that sh-t up, tnt)
(tahj money)

[refrain]
i put my trust up in this dirty pistol
can’t put my trust up in no dirty n-gga
i had the stick on me when i worked at [?]
they play games and hid like turtles n-gga (sheesh)
that’s why we murder n-ggas
i know a pastor with a body n-gga
so i don’t read no bible scriptures

[pre-chorus]
and i say, “uh-uh”
i hopped off that porch with the torch, n-gga (yeah-yeah-yeah)
“uh-uh”
we make pistols spark when it’s dark n-gga (yeah-yeah-yeah)
“uh-uh”
i hopped off that porch with the torch n-gga (yeah-yeah-yeah)
“uh-uh”
we make pistols spark when it’s dark n-gga (yeah-yeah-yeah)

[chorus]
lord can you hear my soul cry? (you know the bible a lie, you hear me? but i still)
i ain’t prayed in a while, yeah (i still praise god, you hear me?)
yeah, the only thing that make me happy (but the bible is a lie,) i ain’t tryna see no f-ckin’ pastor
is when we walk a n-gga down (that n-gga doin’ worser than me, you hear me?)
[verse]
i know a gangster ass n-gga put his stick before his kids
i believe in god, i pray to him before i sin
many tried, many died, felt the flame from the gat
six feet under dirt, dig ’em up, you want him back (boom-boom)
i could go stupid with this dirty sig (bah)
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 league, yeah
big ol’ stepper, head dresser, tell me how you want your wig?
split his sh-t and do a bid
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 try me then he f-cked like a b-tch off of bang bros
i’m thuggin’ i can’t help it, told the lord that i can’t go

[chorus]
lord, can you hear my soul cry? (lord, you hear me cryin’?)
i ain’t prayed in a while, yeah (i ain’t prayed in f-ckin’ a while)
yeah, the only thing that make me happy ([?])
is when we walk a n-gga down (pray we gon’ murk the n-gga)
[refrain]
i put my trust up in this dirty pistol
can’t put my trust up in no dirty n-gga
i had the stick on me when i worked at [?]
they play games and hid like turtles n-gga (sheesh)
that’s why we murder n-ggas
i know a pastor with a body n-gga
so i don’t read no bible scriptures (boom-boom)

[outro]
you know the bible a lie, you hear me? but i still
i still praise god, you hear me?
but the bible is a lie
i ain’t tryna see no f-ckin’ pastor
that n-gga doin’ worser than me, you hear me?

- fredo bang

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