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• Artiste: Tobe Nwigwe
• Titre: On My Soul
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I, oh, yeah, oh, I I, ooh I Ooh (Yeah), ooh, (Yeah), ooh, (Yeah), ooh On my soul, everybody in the clique strapped, and they all on go Keep a stick, just like branch, papi, but I ain't a troll On my mama, can't nobody out here play me for no ho Guard your grill, guard your grill Ain't nobody out here hard to kill The gat I pack go "pap" and peel your cap from front to back Have you stiff or hard as steel Ah, tuna fish my hardest meal Stay trill when they switch to a harder skill I'm in the field like a Buffalo Bill with a bubble-coat filled With a couple little posts, chill Switch it up, get direct, black and white, Michael Bibby I get cheese with everybody, but can't do it with no Mickey Keep a blicky on me for them serpents tryna give me hickeys Who want smoke? Who want smoke? Well, guess what, ho, I'm the chimney, ah Bring me the smoke and I'll build you a fire To burn my desire, burn my desire Bring me the smoke and I'll build you a fire To burn my desire, burn my desire Ooh (Yeah), ooh, (Yeah), ooh, (Yeah), ooh On my soul, everybody in the clique strapped, and they all on go Keep a stick, just like branch, papi, but I ain't a troll (Yeah) On my mama, can't nobody out here play me for no ho Don't slander all the banter Just one answer, I'm an animal I'm just one man, outstandin' though Part wolf, part king, part Hannibal Example, proof, I'm built like I'm mechanical On the mic, I'm a cannibal You don't know who I'm family to You don't know my team, you don't know what my mans'll do Turn it up to the maximum, gorillas in the trap But them got millions watchin' every move I make 'cause I'm what's happenin' Got jaws droppin', autopsies, drive hard tops, got hard body 'Cause Nas told me, "Y'all problem", this high-powered, high-profit On my soul, everybody in the clique strapped, and they all on go Keep a stick, just like branch, papi, but I ain't a troll (Yeah) On my mama, can't nobody out here play me for no ho On my soul, everybody in the clique strapped, and they all on go Keep a stick, just like branch, papi, but I ain't a troll On my mama, can't nobody out here play me for no ho (What up, thun? Let's get it) Yeah, uh Uh-huh, yeah Yeah, yeah (Yeah)