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G Herbo aka Lil Herb - On My Soul feat. Lil Reese (Official Music Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
G Herbo
G Herbo
Vocals
Lil Reese
Lil Reese
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charles Dumazer
Charles Dumazer
Composer
Tavares Taylor
Tavares Taylor
Lyrics
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Cabanatuan
Brian Cabanatuan
Mixing Engineer
Da Internz
Da Internz
Producer

Στίχοι

On my soul Lost too many of my niggas out here in that field (On my soul) My niggas my niggas one hunnit' ya'll niggas ain't real (On my soul) War time niggas ain't on non', my niggas gon' drill (On my soul) Young nigga all I know is get money give a fuck how they feel (On my soul) On my soul in the field, 'member plain nights Totin' pipes, trappin' sellin' white trynna get it right Came straight from the block now I'm on the mic Cockroaches all in the trap, used too spend the night Yeah nigga I need the money, fuck fame Ima' stay the same, never change I be with the gang, sippin' purple lean, switchin' lanes 30's in they hands, so don't run up on this Range, jewels run up in yo' brain boy Real nigga everybody should clap for me But in the field everybody don't clap for me My niggas real guaranteed they gon' clap for me so when I get them bills Ima' pay for they accuracy Now everybody juss' be plottin' on everybody, the feds prolly' puttin' dead bodies on there bodies And these niggas snakes, I ain't rockin' wit' everybody If any nigga play, we got choppas' for everybody A couple niggas might've said they my mans prolly' But understand, I'm that nigga to everybody He ain't from the land then he ain't my mans prolly We got a song then he payed me the bands obviously Bitch can't ask me for my money man, bitch over my dead body And I promise that my money won't stop Ima' stack 'till I get too the top, put it... Stack 'till I get too the top, put it... On my soul Lost too many of my niggas out here in that field (On my soul) My niggas my niggas one hunnit' ya'll niggas ain't real (On my soul) War time niggas ain't on non', my niggas gon' drill (On my soul) Young nigga all I know is get money give a fuck how they feel (On my soul) Ha You's a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- nigga Okay yo' clique a buncha' woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- niggas (Fufu!) You juss' a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- nigga Give a fuck 'bout what you woulda'- shoulda'- coulda-nigga Man I can't do shit for no nigga, niggas never did shit for me (On my soul) Right before when I was pullin' them bands, niggas wasn't in that shit wit' me (On my soul) Now everybody wanna hold out they hand, boy you can't get shit from me (On my soul) R.I.P. Lil' Roc, Vito, Fazo and real Pistol P (On my soul) Smoke a blunt now I'm back at it Smoke a blunt now I'm back at it Smoke a blunt now I'm back at it I'm workin' hard 'cuz my tape shoulda' been dropped And bro's shit goin' nuts for the crack addicts Meanwhile bitch I'm focused on my mathematics All this money in the world, yeah I gotta have it I ain't trickin' on a bitch, that's a bad habit I'm juss' whippin' at my wrist for a black Aston I'm ridin' 'round through the city blowin' loud by the fifty run up on me and we black maskin' I don't ride wit' the mask but I ride wit' the Mag, I juss' drive and the Macs blastin' Stack 'till I get too the top, put it... On my soul Lost too many of my niggas out here in that field (On my soul) My niggas my niggas one hunnit' ya'll niggas ain't real (On my soul) War time niggas ain't on non', my niggas gon' drill (On my soul) Young nigga all I know is get money give a fuck how they feel (On my soul) Ha You's a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- nigga Okay yo' clique a buncha' woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- niggas (Fufu!) You juss' a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- nigga Give a fuck 'bout what you woulda'- shoulda'- coulda-nigga You's a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- nigga My niggas on the block they'll shoot you- take- all yo'- figures If you holdin' on the low I need that- lil'- fuckin'- nigga If you hold, you say you got it- the shit- witcho'- niggas If you gettin'- money lil' nigga you should feed everybody on the block Say he hot, how the fuck he hot when his fuckin' album juss' flopped? My niggas gettin' money, gettin' money we ain't even gotta be on that block Yo' bitch gon' go, she gon' go anyway 'cuz she know the squad hot Fuck all that shoulda'- coulda'- woulda'- shit les' get to it These old ass rappers they old as fuck they needa' sit down and get to it And a nigga like me stay high steady rollin' up Swishers fuck Backwoods Lil' nigga get the top, push back on my block everyday nigga I'm good Stack 'till I get too the top, put it... On my soul Lost too many of my niggas out here in that field (On my soul) My niggas my niggas one hunnit' ya'll niggas ain't real (On my soul) War time niggas ain't on non', my niggas gon' drill (On my soul) Young nigga all I know is get money give a fuck how they feel (On my soul) Ha You's a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- nigga Okay yo' clique a buncha' woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- niggas (Fufu!) You juss' a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- nigga Give a fuck 'bout what you woulda'- shoulda'- coulda-nigga
Writer(s): Charles Dumazer, Herbert Randall Wright, Tavares Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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