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letra de mind body and soul - woodboy gee

[intro]
yeah
go, huh, for sure, come on

[verse 1]
sometimes, i don’t like to talk, ’cause when i speak, i can’t articulate (nah)
bae, i been tryna f-ck, but you keep talkin’ about this dinner date (yeah)
this a brick, i’ma just cut the corner and serve a twenty-eight (it’s a brick)
drive-thru, twenty-four-hour service, we got fish filet (uh)
emilio pucci swimsuit on your body just for getaways
thinkin’ about you every day but friday, i been missin’ plays
type of n-gga that take you out the projects, now you center stage (uh-huh)
right wrist cost a brick, it’s full of diamonds, look like minute maid (i did)
know i keep my shoes tied, know i keep a smooth ride (yeah)
i keep bustin’ in hеr when we be f-ckin’ ‘causе her tubes tied
every b-tch i got exclusive sh-t, ain’t nothin’ basic (exclusive)
them folks been tappin’ phones, i’ma keep a flip so they can’t trace it (uh)
this a rental, i’m speed racin’, grew up fast, i need patience
in my stash, i keep a hundred, on my mama, at least eighty
you can’t keep up with the youngin, he got what you need, baby
i got tired of spendin’ money, tired of sellin’ weed, baby (i did)
back when it was black tee, don’t show where your sack be (uh)
buddy pull up spinnin’, we ran to him like a track meet (facts)
i been ballin’ hard since i was young like an athlete (ballin’)
i been runnin’ circles around these n-ggas, they can’t catch me (uh)
soldier life mentality (yeah), percocets to balance me (percs)
i can’t be no casualty, my son ‘nem gon’ be mad at me
i bought her some ysl just ’cause she was mad at me
we don’t use no f-ckin’ scales, b-tch, we got a factory
take my pain out on the track, we pull up like back to back
up the stick, you see a splat, n-ggas tryna catch a hat
i been gettin’ money since the commons, go and ask lil pat
brand-new dior shades, they hater blockers, look like men in black (yeah)
keep my suit and tie on, n-gga, always down to do some business (i did)
bro can cook a whole one, n-gga, always down to use the kitchen
they like, “where you come from, n-gga?” b-tch, i come up out the trenches
puttin’ that head up on a youngin, i bought her some new givenchy (i did)
[chorus]
b-tch, i take my time with it
ain’t in a rush to be no star, ain’t in a rush to buy no motherf-ckin’ car
i’m in the trenches on my grind with it
everybody know my name, everybody know i’m out here with that flame
i up that b-tch and take my time with it
ain’t in a rush to k!ll my own, but i’m out here on my own
and i’m fine with it
n-ggas after my soul
but you gon’ have to take my body and my mind with it (yeah)

[verse 2]
mama’s baby, daddy’s maybe (uh)
n-gga couldn’t afford the glock, so i went bought that lil’ .380 (nah)
in the kitchen whippin’ zips, i’m in this b-tch, i’m cookin’ pastries (kitchen)
a lil’ nappy-head jit, i’m runnin’ ’round like i’m from haiti (yeah)
every chance i get, i pop it (pop it), n-gga nasa with this rocket
every chance i get, i pop it, if it’s f-cked up, i rerock it (yeah)
close the door and then i lock it
and i’m givin’ the feds h-ll, i’m runnin’ from the jakes (i did)
and i can’t f-ck with you lil’ n-ggas, ’cause you lil’ n-ggas fake (f-ck ’em)
scat pack, i got pounds of bubba in my backpack
n-gga, this sh-t ain’t cap, i keep a hundred in my knapsack (no cap)
put mama in the benz, yeah, i sn-tched her out that hatchback (mama)
any n-gga play, this k gon’ eat him like a rap snack (rrah)
master p, first one at the table, but i’m the last to eat (yeah)
i grabbed the b, then i called lil’ brodie and gave him half a key (facts)
nose runnin’, i be out east when the snow comin’
i’m road runnin’, i made the play and smoked a whole onion (for sure)
whole summer, these n-ggas called and had my old number (they did)
hoes comin’, after the liquor, then the bros comin’ (yeah)
no stuntin’, i went to wafi and spent a whole hundred (no stuntin’)
i sent my b-tch to get liposuction, f-ck her old stomach (f-ck it)
same ass, i be in the traphouse with the same glass
yesterday, my brother robbed you, today, i’m in the same mask (the brodie)
i told lil’ sister take her time ’cause brenda had a baby (my sister)
i told big brother take his time, the feds been active lately (take your time)
and plus, i hate to take them percs just ’cause they activate me (them percocets)
i love to watch her take it off, that sh-t be captivating (uh)
and my lil’ stripper b-tch keep callin’, that b-tch agitating (that b-tch aggy)
first time i walked in the kitchen, i was infatuated (yeah)
[chorus]
b-tch, i take my time with it (i did)
ain’t in a rush to be no star, ain’t in a rush to buy no motherf-ckin’ car
i’m in the trenches on my grind with it (it’s woodboy gee, man)
everybody know my name, everybody know i’m out here with that flame
i up that b-tch and take my time with it (and every time i spit, i be talkin’ gangster sh-t, you hear me?)
ain’t in a rush to k!ll my own, but i’m out here on my own
and i’m fine with it (i’m mr. super turnt)
n-ggas after my soul
but you gon’ have to take my body and my mind with it (mr. super trending, you hear me? i did)

- woodboy gee

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