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letra de draft coming from my soul - sahbabii

[intro]
my soul
b-tch, i feel the draft comin’ for my soul
my soul, my soul, my soul
b-tch, i feel the draft comin’ for my soul
o-three-nine sh-t, man (my soul)
let’s get it
my soul, my soul
b-tch, i feel the draft comin’ for my soul

[pre-chorus]
you can’t ever catch me lackin’, i can’t go
i feel the draft comin’ for my soul
my soul, my soul, my soul
i got that thirty on my waist, i’ll let it blow

[chorus]
b-tch, i feel the draft comin’ for my soul
like them boxers, we ain’t even aimin’ low
even if it’s green light i can’t go
like your b-tch ’bout that thirty always blow

[verse 1]
if you don’t bang what i bang you can suck a d-ck
i’m so ebk, i’m shootin’ at my own clique
them opp n-ggas know they get the whole clip
they thought my pants ripped the way i let them bullets shift
that be them hollow tips, you n-ggas shootin’ that bullsh-t
my whole body rock ’cause it got that horse kick
no more n-ggas to k!ll, we shootin’ caskets
got h-lla shots so i guess y’all n-ggas baskets
sahbabii schwarzenegger, b-tch, i’m ’bout that action
and when it come to the opps we assassins
so p-ssy n-gga bet’ not get caught lackin’
it ain’t no chickens in the jungle, boy, we savage
[chorus]
b-tch, i feel the draft comin’ for my soul
like them boxers, we ain’t even aimin’ low
even if it’s green light i can’t go
like your b-tch ’bout that thirty always blow

[verse 2]
boy, them tech nines put a hole in you like a bee hive
smokin’ strong dope in the lambo’, we treed out
h-lla drive-by’s up on the opps in the nissans
my choppers transform like a autobot from cybertron
b-tch, it’s kaoos, i’m runnin’ up in your pentagon
if you ain’t f-ckin’ with the team you get sent to god
you get nailed down if your goofy ass is lookin’ odd
we plug your ass like a charger to a ipod
b-tch, i’m trained to go, this glock game no safety
them bullets eat you up, now that sh-t is tasty
big choppers got my arms shakey
now your thot tryna f-ck, i want the facey

[chorus]
b-tch, i feel the draft comin’ for my soul
like them boxers, we ain’t even aimin’ low
even if it’s green light i can’t go
like your b-tch ’bout that thirty always blow

- sahbabii

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