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Soul Cry

 

Soul Cry

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Pipe that shit up TnT
Tajh Money

I put my trust up in this dirty pistol
Can't put my trust up in no dirty nigga
I had that stick on me when I worked at Winn-Dixie
They play games and hid like turtles nigga
That's why we murder niggas
I know a pastor with a body nigga
So I don't read no Bible scriptures

And I say uhh uhhh
I hopped off that porch with the torch nigga
Uhh uhhh
We make pistols spark when it's dark nigga
Uhh uhhh
I hopped off that porch with the torch nigga
Uhh uhhh
We make pistols spark when it's dark nigga

Lord can you hear my soul cry
I ain't prayed in awhile yeah
The only thing that make me happy
Is when we walk a nigga down

I know a gangster ass nigga 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
6 feet under dirt dig em up you want him back
I could go stupid with this dirty sig
Imma put you on the front page fore you take my momma kid
I'm out my body out my top I'm out my fuckin lid
Big ol stepper head dresser tell me how you want your wig
Split his shit and do a bid
I get jiggy with that stick we can dance we could tango
If I want him bad hop his fence fuck a gate code
He try me then he fucked like a bitch off of bang bros
I'm thuggin I can't help it told the Lord that I can't go

And I say uhh uhhh
I hopped off that porch with the torch nigga
Uhh uhhh
We make pistols spark when it's dark nigga
Uhh uhhh
I hopped off that porch with the torch nigga
Uhh uhhh
We make pistols spark when it's dark nigga

Lord can you hear my soul cry
I ain't prayed in awhile yeah
The only thing that make me happy
Is when we walk a nigga down

I put my trust up in this dirty pistol
Can't put my trust up in no dirty nigga
I had that stick on me when I worked at Winn-Dixie
They play games and hid like turtles nigga
That's why we murder niggas
I know a pastor with a body nigga
So I don't read no Bible scriptures

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