're really looking for is a new soul. Spend their lives trying to earn their weight in gold - There is nothing that will buy you a new road. So these
to get you erotic And then I take you somewhere exotic Where we can blow chronic A full clip for a lil drama You know I ain't a hoe Snap yo bitch
them the juice that they're not gettin' A bona fide playa, now who got the flavor A non stop, rhythm rock, poetry sayer I'm the life saver, the New
, see life with new eyes with me (Don't stop) I'm the dream, I'm the one, I'm the reason you come I'm a king, I'm a hung, I'm a beast I'm the last thing
, I take a trip out to Houston A earthquake out in China, a hurricane in New Orleans Street Dreams Tour, I sold my ass in New Orleans Did it for Soulja
You squad has no muscle plus you, my new hustle Fuck scuffin up my knuckles, rather buck you and watch you buckle I can't stand a snitch, a switch real
a lot, [Chorus] [Verse 2: Drake] Look I don't ever drink no... unless it's cold, And if it's an exclusive I got it for the soul, If you ain't got the
trooper, go sailing on by Catch my soul, catch the very night Hide the moment from my eager eyes Though you've seen them, please don't tell a soul What
the place i be you might catch me up town or down in new orleans or somewhere overseas size like chinese or maybe ridin' jet skis on miami beach with a
a girl in Woodside Queens, thought he was low Played the crib for a month and deaded his P.O. Started robbin' niggaz till he caught a whole kilo He had a
logic Did a lude to my empty wallet Try spittin' on a green tinted Accord Which could mean a sentence up north Where the homie was but back then Doe was like a
'll go And keep getting stronger on the way... CHORUS: Not today, maybe not tomorrow Everything in time I am here for joy, I am here for sorrow There is a reason and a
hard to swallow, I know I know, hey, how ta get down foe my thang get me a coffin, bangin my soul'z, gonna get-cha flossed' and out with a bang Welcome
Deciphering wrong from right Dodging these institutions these niggas shooting Puttin' the oldest far from life, Facing a brick wall at a stand still Was it a dream or was it reality Now it's a
over and over, to pass from a place, that made up a Heartless Souljah. It is really bone of a show, but better might play you a bit in a party show. Let
up So do the sink now Pablo escobar shit Buyin' a clink now Dead presidents shit Robbin the Brinks now 100 shot tommy guns Hell of a stink now J A D A
she like it hard cold so I grind slow iller than out in time square mall back in the 9-0 my fine Hoe we got some victims to catch so in a couple years
naval town, slip kisses delivered by duck muscles And bottle nosed grifters arrive in time to catch the late show It's a beehive barrel race, a she hive
