Songtexte Soul Stealer - Nickfs

Soul Stealer, that's what you gon' call me
And baby, don't play no games about my body
Keep that pistol on my hip, don't let him put you down
You gonna be the next talk around the town like
Slide, do that shit again, babe

Throw it back and make it go crazy
And don't let this gun on my hip phase
Cause it's only here to protect me and you, baby
Like my last song, I said I hope this shit don't last forever
And I know it won't cause you is not special
You didn't have my heart from the jump I didn't know what to say

Cause you really had me stuck Fuck, I'm runnin
And I been doin' that shit my whole life
If it said that I died, just know that shit was a lie
I'm top two in my city, I don't even gotta try
I'm just talkin' on this bitch, I ain't even gon' lie

Yeah, Mr. Finesse A young nigga could never go out without a check
Yeah, I'm stayin' ten toes down, they callin' me a vet
Applying that pressure, I'm aimin' at your fuckin' neck
Yeah, aimin' at your fuckin' neck

Or, I'm aimin' at your chest
Try to play it, get you stretched
And it's talkin' on my, yeah, yeah, yeah
I said, we gon' get you stretched

She tried to set me up, oh shit, this was a test
I said, I'm aimin' for the neck, why the fuck you got on a vest
When the chopper hit his heart, he went into cardiac arrest
Don't stress, cause we playin' with these niggas, yeah

Don't test, cause our fingers be on them triggers, yeah
Up next, cause we sendin' out heat on niggas, yeah
And if they know what we did, leave him in a Sprinter van
Yeah, leave him in a Sprinter van

If they know what we did, leave his ass dead
Leave him in a Sprinter van
Yeah, we'll leave his ass dead