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Gilligan

YTK

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Gilligan
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YTK
YTK
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kolby Kennedy
Kolby Kennedy
Songwriter

Lyrics

You See My Soul Black Heart Of Gold Hoo HOO! She said I can see the man in your eyes Deciphering the plan in your mind The sand in your socks And the lord of your flies You pillage the village for porridge and pies These niggas want millions for more than your mind Body and soul Probably fold If you were to experience stories I've told The way I live life, like I been here before It was San Jose for nine days I flew Yeah you always had my number, but the Facetime new I'm in a different state of mind and a different state too I jus hate the situation ion really hate you And ion even think I could if I tried to be honest with you Maybe in a different time i'll be aligning with you Cause these days it's a lot on my mind Give a fuck who you are, yeen stopping the grind On god But even so You see my soul My heart of gold yeah My heart of gold yeah My gold Yeah You ain't never seen a food desert You get aggy when your niggas tell you do better When it's tough bet u dippin' quicker blue cheddar I been efficient wit this chicken like Lou-retta Design one if a nigga need a new sweater I'm still regretting i'm never getting a Mac feature High school, super bowls like packed bleachers Thought a nigga never learn like bad teachers Told me get it by the dozen, but these racks cheaper See her? imma eat it from the back Like ma-fi-a, okay shorty mad fire Like she caught a fever, Billie Jean, yaddamean imma have to beat her If u be on the team then you seen all the green that we finna get Antonym illiterate, especially when spitting shit Definitive penmanship you don't know what ya dealin' wit Imma kill it And kill it And kill it And kill it And kill again Somewhere on a island like Gilligan Toes out, bare chest can ya feel the wind? When you win like them you get arrogant Like bitch you listenin' to the greatest outta Maryland And it's niggas tryna take my Over East from me Say they need me in the field like a cleat dummy Take a step outta my shoes cop a feat from me And if it's Bean on the beat you know it's heat dummy Yeah
Writer(s): Kolby Kennedy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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