paroles de chanson Mr. Soul Snatcher - Perc

Tell that bitch I'm Mr.Soul Snatcher
Pole clapper
.44 Magnum gon body bag em
I'm the toe tagger
Brodie think I'm soft I'll I knock 'em off
Turns out I do no lacking
Scoping out his block hit em with that glock
Took ya potna that's subtraction
These pussy niggas want no action
No action On god

Ian never had no EDD or PPP's on god
Fell in love with all dem PNC n BOA's that's fraud
Yo bitch ride my wave while I ride round this city with my rod
What my opps and pills have in common
Both of them bitches get popped

Damn all of yo potnas got dropped
Normally I'm putting runts in my blunt but I might switch it up
And start smoking dead opps
Got the word that her Nigga got locked
Now she in my whip giving top
I'm deep in my feelings so we listening to lil top
Eyes up I'm looking for cops
And I'm keeping this glock
There's no sense in getting popped oh no

You know that a Nigga ain going like that
Pour an 8 with a 4 I be pouring like that
I said pull up n score like a Jordan attack
Or I come In the paint and fuck it up like im Shaq
The hoes come round my crew and start throwing back
Cause they know that we thumbing dem racks
I cannot hang around these niggas
I know these niggas be talking to cops they rats

I'm the soul snatcher
Pole clapper
.44 Magnum
Body bag em
Just like the reaper imma toe tagger
Thought I'm soft I knocked em off ion do no lacking
Mane these niggas don't want no action no action on god

Told em spin my block but that nigga say he ain coming out
Then why you talking on the net acting like you gon gun me down
I might have to run up in his crib and ask what's that about
But I don't know I think it's hard to talk with bullets in yo mouth
I got drugs in my body I can't feel a thing
So I run in his crib and I don't even feel it
I don't need me a pill but most of the time
I be high then a bitch when my bro get to spinning
I jus be tryna chill but that Nigga talkin bout
I killed his potna I don't even remember
How you put it on crip you ain even a member
Imma call up lil D he gon check ya and get ya
Stick got a flash so I won't even hesitate pull up crop yo ass right out the picture
Case of some wock had to pour by the Pitcher
Pours some shit out for lil will man we miss ya
Call one my hoes and she slide to the trap after
She eat the dick bitch you know I dismiss her
Now she blowing my phone
Asking what I be on
Bitch I don't even know you
Like why would I miss you

Cause I'm da Soul Snatcher
Pole clapper
.44 Magnum gon body bag em
I'm the toe tagger
Brodie think I'm soft I'll I knock 'em off
Turns out I do no lacking
Scoping out his block hit em with that glock
Took ya potna that's subtraction
These pussy niggas want no action
No action On god