paroles de chanson Won! - Souls of Mischief
What?
Go
get
it
gold
pined
it
We
the
ultimate
they
flow
timid
Who
the
most
potent
Souls
get
up
on
it
like
some
silicone
titties
Sex
flow
hit
it
for
this
penny
hose
critics
They
back
purse
like
.
The
whole
hiero
coalition
is
no
gimic
See
I
never
trip
cause
my
shit
is
more
original
Cut
a
chicken
up
like
Trill
Vill
or
Kill
Bill
They
do
some
criminal
I
m
popping
with
the
pistol
Cops
blowing
on
the
whistle
Sticky
as
a
fusel
Her
mind
s
a
state
a
slave
to
my
mind
control,
not
my
faith
My
by
the
time
I
climb
the
subterranean
back
to
your
brain
And
stand
in
the
remaining
efraction
(?)
...
mansion
to
perfection,
any
questions,
listen
close
Shinning
like
my
old
school
come
true
Dreaming
like
my
aunt
s
daddy
most
do
I
m
an
alpha
male
young
women
control
you
Not
in
and
out
of
jail
cause
I
keep
my
proposal
Delectable
dojos,
I
m
smoking
in
the
Legalize
this
shit,
east
open
the
cobra
Yeah,
turbo
jam,
turtle
neck
and
turtle
stain
Earth
from
the
with
dirty
rocking
hands
Circumstance
is
dirty,
table
still
turning
And
I
still
feeling
sea
sick
beneath
the
turn
of
All
I
stand
is
murder
and
the
murder
of
the
mass
with
critical
mass
See
them
hurricane
and
the
storm
thicker
Then
I
m
quicker
than
the
lightning
strick
twice
sick
in
here
Knock
them
out
like
Nicky
Fear
Suffer
the
like
Nicky
Woods
With
the
sticky
good
in
the
dicky
hood
Half
thug
femurs
busy
Blood
sucking
tax
money
from
. Mississippi
Short
on
morphine
so
granted
Too
busy
changing
the
four
minutes
in
the
noisy
still
got
veins
They
got
seas
over
anything
to
see
they
sending
boys
over
wars
What?
Go
get
it
gold
pined
it
We
all
Souls
get
the
burning
like
some
silicone
titties
. For
this
penny
hose
critics
They
back
purse
like
.
The
whole
high
is
no
My
master
precision
off
a
mathematician
Fags
insisting
on
grasping
my
diction
Put
your
hands
up
on
this
one,
yea
s
in
the
missing
And
classes
you
skipin
you
lack
the
essential
24
that
s
a
tradition
Stacks
in
the
distance
a
rap
s
the
addition
Spice
is
expensive,
the
recipe
is
simple
Gimme
the
track,
a
white
pad
and
Like
that
niggers
stand
in
detention
Week
span
is
efficient,
you
don
t
need
to
go
the
distance
O
cheese,
niggers,
mc
s
bitches,
they
go
pp
sitting
When
I
bust,
slow
beef
you
trippin
Keep
me
spitting
If
the
plan
s
spin
it
then
I
m
getting
off
limit
If
I
said
it
in
a
minute,
fuck
you
I
got
stripsy
I
got
stripes
Don
t
get
me
twisted
with
these
far
by
knights
Think
twice
before
you
draw
my
knights
Do
the
math,
you
don
t
even
know
the
half
of
what
my
life
s
like
Love
them
faith
I
like
dice
They
call
me
rappers
looking
at
me
fall
like
kites
When
twilight
strikes
to
my
mind
life
Instead
of
me
like
lights
Imitating
this
shit,
you
imitating
the
jig
I
bet
when
you
were
run
way
niggers
taking
you
away
with
Your
ex-girl
man
illustrating
the
Snatch
in
the
prison
facing
the
grip
I
bet
you
need
a
woofy
just
to
get
a
goopy
I
partner
in
the
A
problem
in
the
future,
I
got
a
big
ass
crew
and
I
can
introduce
ya
What?
Go
get
it
gold
pined
it
We
all
Who
the
Souls
get
the
burning
like
some
silicone
titties
. For
this
penny
hose
critics
They
back
purse
like
.
The
whole
high
is
no
1 Hiero HQ
2 Poets Skit
3 You Got It
4 Postal
5 Outro
6 Intro
7 La La La
8 Home Game
9 Poets
10 Won!
11 Skit
12 Mr. Freeman Skit
13 Fourmation
14 Dead Man Walkin’
15 For Real Y’all
16 Lickity Split
17 Intro (Instrumental)
18 Won! (Instrumental)
19 Postal (Instrumental)
20 Tour Stories (Instrumental)
21 Proper Aim (Instrumental)
22 You Got It (Instrumental)
23 Hiero HQ (Instrumental)
24 Poets (Instrumental)
25 Fourmation (Instrumental)
26 Dead Man Walkin’ (Instrumental)
27 For Real Y’all (Instrumental)
28 Lickity Split (Instrumental)
29 Home Game (Instrumental)
30 Lalala (Instrumental)
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