NBA YoungBoy - Shotta Soul (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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NBA YoungBoy - Shotta Soul (en) Lyrics
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Had some problems, but, that's what
made me who I am today (Today)
They was tearin' me down, I ain't never
break (I ain't never break)
Interrogation, I ain't never say
Nigga got hit up with that
Drac' (Shh, pow, pow)
I'm from the 'hood, you break the rules,
you got to pay (You got to pay)
I done made it on my own,
say, "Amen" (Amen, Amen)
I'm protected everywhere I go (Mhm)
Free my brothers in the sprinter van
Fifty cent chip bags from the storе
Now, a young nigga got hella bands
Bands, I'm so high that
I won't never land
I ain't graduatе at all, but,
you got a new house, so,
I see, grandpa (Okay)
Say, "I love you" 'fore I leave that
Nawf, I done made it too hot, I done
knocked some off (That's a fact)
Huh, did so bad, I ain't
think she come back
But, she still around puttin'
up with my ass
Eyes lookin' at Kelly, I was lookin'
at Birk, had to ask do
she got some love for a bag
Put her ass on that
If I cop one, I'll buy multiple (Woah)
Love her, still left her stranded,
that's a shotta soul (Oh)
I don't talk, don't panic
Ride me like a rodeo (Oh)
I know that you see I'm worse
than before (Oh-oh)
But, If you mine, you'll
stay on my side
Don't tell a nigga that
can't take mine
Got way more money than
I had before, oh
But, he don't value what
you mean, now, I know
Now, you got to tell a
nigga your time gone
My sons gone, my mind gone, they thinkin'
that (They thinkin' that)
Young nigga rich like Richie
Rich like Rich The Kid,
I pay the bills
I pay my mama bills,
and the lawyer fees
For my bro', I'll probably
sell the house
He say, "Murder fees,"
don't bring 'em me
Know I play for keeps, I knock
some off (I knock some off)
Black Range truck, pull up sport, take
off (Skrrt, skrrt, let's go)
Better not tell me shit,
I'm inside my house
Told a bitch she better watch
her mouth (Watch)
You know I'm a gangster
You know it ain't long 'til the day
that they say I'ma die (Die)
Not a child, I don't cry
Just make sure I'm focused, I'm
rollin' with sticks in the
ride (Sticks in the ride)
And make sure I stack up
my Ms for my child
You know that I ran up my Ms
for my kids (Them racks)
I ain't seen my daughter or son
in over a year and still don't
know what I did (What I did)
Play games, nigga, I set the bait
Mask up, ride with my TEC to blame
If I got 'em, make sure
I designer my kids
Lord know I grew up to Skechers
I ain't graduate at all, but,
you got a new house, so,
I see, grandpa (Okay)
Ride me like a rodeo (Oh, rodeo)
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