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letra de soul itchin - sauce walka

[intro]
(we got that dz drip ‘fore i paid the rent)
oowee

[verse]
i been pourin’ out my feelings lately, n0body can hear it
just me and myself arguing with my millions
half inside me wanna save it all, my other half steerin’
havin’ nice things wasn’t raised at all, we only had tears
now it’s balenciaga, louis, prada on my peers
bathing ape my tires, i just drive through all my fears
lookin’ in your eyes and i see lies, it’s so clear
you ain’t really one of my kind, that’s fake love that appear
a whole ‘nother year, i’m on a whole ‘nother pier
a different level of greatness that you would nеver come near
a diffеrent level of fakeness when you get up in that chair
that’s the throne, n-gga
who really crack a smile when everything is wrong with ’em?
ain’t n0body break a bone with ’em, put a loan in ’em
sh-t, won’t even make a song with ’em, cheech and chong with ’em
spider-man scene, i’m all venom, put my claws in ’em
suwoop blood gang had dogs hit ’em, they brought paws with ’em
sauce wood winnin, jt, mike d, me, yeah, we all spinners
took so many l’s off in these streets, now we all winners
you ain’t gotta share this life with me, see, you can pause, n-gga
pause, n-gga, i had no choice, my mama broke the laws, n-gga
herederitary
what you know about bein’ locked up for some februaries?
you left your b-tch out there at work bein’ a secretary
she tryna get it up out the dirt, you think she f-ckin’ jerry
see, doin’ that time is scary
when don’t n0body answer when you be callin’ and they stallin’
you tryna go bust the store ’cause commissary in the morning
you just got off restriction, but the warden still trippin’
you been flirtin’ with them guards, you think your gal at home trickin’
see, doin’ that time wicked
make you think about doin’ that crime different
punchin’ that line different
freedom make you pour up a line, zip it
pourin’ the joy, sip it
never got an award, but know i’m gifted how my soul lifted
i inspired the ghetto and these kids, that was my whole mission
i inspired the world to break these girls with my own pimpin’
i inspired the game before my fame, they stole my whole drippin’
solidified my name through all the flame, so i ain’t even trippin’
boys signin’ labels to bend over and catch a whole whippin’
won’t see any of my clothes missing
if anything, a couple rounds up out my chrome missing
from taking aim, we gunned him down and sent him on fishing
it’s such a shame how we can’t settle out our own difference
this got my soul itchin’
this got my soul itchin’
this got my soul itchin’
i call it soul itchin’

- sauce walka

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