Lyrics

Hands up don't shoot I know you want to Rolling up that Keyshia Cole I got that soul food I got that soul food I got that soul food You know you want to Come try the soul food Hands up don't shoot (don't shoot me baby) I know you want to Rolling up that Keyshia Cole (ahhh) I got that soul food Come try that soul food You know you want to (soul food) You know you want to (know you want to) Soul food You know you want to You know you want to Want to Yeah, I don't know what I've been sipping Everything just feel so great Nowadays feeling so dismissive Find it hard to concentrate My homie just got outta Rita Fuck the judge oh fraudulent case Why the system gotta be that way Why they cut your years better days Cus I just wanna celebrate Freedom on vacation (turn up) One nation and they got a system that's fugazi Everybody tryna get it how they live Nowadays niggas can't count to they kids That EDT with no food in the fridge And they tryna get it back to the 1st to the 5th I smoke that Rosa Parks That shit don't make you move That molly make you groove We in a different mood Can you pass the yams Can you pass the peas Man I'm bout to slam Play that soulful jam Soulful jams Slam food that's the only plan Hands up don't shoot I know you want to Rolling up that Keyshia Cole I got that soul food I got that soul food I got that soul food You know you want to Come try the soul food Hands up don't shoot (don't shoot me baby) I know you want to Rolling up that Keyshia Cole (ahhh) I got that soul food Come try that soul food You know you want to (soul food) You know you want to (know you want to) Soul food Ah, fuck the system I'm still screaming Free my pivot members, 'member When we couldn't get a sip from The fountain it feel like that again Guinness book of records They shoot niggas knock on wood It's not my future, fuck a pig They dug a grave another kid again Turn the cheek attention hus They locked my nigga and his son The penitentiary is just a thing they say is meant for us Black on black is faithless fucking fact The facts we'll fuck you up and Rap is just a product of what they made me with the handcuffs Yo, why we gotta protest and say our lives matter They claim they serve and protect but somehow we all dying faster I watched a video and they look just like some line backers They lie about it, a child got hit The news look like the old bits for the bystanders
Writer(s): Norman Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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