Testo My Soul - Wuanie Mo
Testo della canzone My Soul (Wuanie Mo), tratta dall'album My only Destiny
That's on my soul, that's on my soul
Ayy, let's get it
Yeah, damn, I'm like fuck
How the fuck we gon' get a bag?
See niggas lacking man they on your ass
When you
Counting them thousands, that's another bag
See them lil' niggas bumping they in the city
Yeah I'm beating that drum like I'm GoGo miki
I ain't talking to, no nigga ya'll 50
Diamonds shining on a nigga, got a
Nigga wearing that bust down Rollie
Bitches tripping, y'all trolleys
How you mad when you don't know me?
My nigga chilling in the city
I'm chilling with Mari and Ivery
Got my day ones right beside me
Yeah, I'm pushing the whip, that's an Audi
Got trust issues, why you lie to me?
See the other niggas, you don't fuck with me
Shit crazy, I don't give a fuck
I'ma get my one day, trust me
I bringing the hit like I'm Nelly
Got four bad bitches in the deli
That's a tally, can't blame the streets
Mama made me, see she raised me
I'm on the rise, yeah I'm on one
Can't fuck with no hoe, can't trust one
How I'm living
Got the niggas in my city tripping (oh god)
See me mixing (aye tezz)
Tossing that rock like I'm fishing
Playing with bitches, they missing
If a nigga play with Wuanie Mo
Entertainment, that nigga gon' get it
That's on my soul, that's on my soul
That's on my soul, that's on my soul
That's on my soul, that's on my soul
The fuck you mean nigga this me
That's on my soul, that's on my soul
That's on my soul, that's on my soul
That's on my soul, that's on my soul
Ayy, let's get it
I see the beat slowing down
Yeah, my niggas run the town
See I'm truthful what I speak about
I ain't fucking with you 'cause you run your mouth
On my soul, that's how I'm living
Ain't fucking with you 'cause you bitching
Niggas, talking 'bout riches, you already know
That's Wuanie Mo shit we gon' get it
Yeah, I'm running, yeah we toting
Yeah, we smoking the za, yeah we blowing
Took a long flight to the Chi-Town
Got me chilling with Smurk in the block now
Ain't never seen a nigga true colors
Since a nigga started getting paper now
Yeah, we stayed on the same blocks
Two corners from the school house, shit crazy
How a nigga could trip off the Don and the 20 now?
Shit fucked up
How your homie could die at a young age that silent crowds?
Damn, that can have the whole block crying
Damn, all the thuggers day rocking Balenci on judgement day
'Cause I know when I see you, a either way
Ayy, shit crazy
That's on my soul, that's on my soul
That's on my soul, that's on my soul
That's on my soul, that's on my soul
Ayy, let's get it yeah yeah yeah
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Writer(s): Wuanie Mo
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