Текст песни Soul Lifted (feat. ILL Misfit) - Squeezy feat. ILL Misfit

(Ahh)
Man what's happening
Lil C comin' in snapping (Gang)
Comin' in talkin' that shit Lil Misfit want sum action
You want some beats then tap in
Never do the talk, fuck yapping (On god)
I'm so cleanly, eat that pussy with a napkin (Damn)
I'm freaky
Bitch I'm getting freaky deaky (Okay, okay)
I can't even lie, imma mufuckin' freak G
If you want a feature gotta pay me like fifty
Yea, I mean dollars

(Haha)
(Ou, Ou, Ou)
(Ou, Ou, Ou)
(Nah don't do it to 'em)
(Nah don't do it to 'em)
(JTF)
(Nah don't do it to 'em)
(Go!)

This exotic got my soul lifted
I been hittin' work and gettin' money from this dope flippin'
Shorty off a perc and she start goin' like her throat itching
No missing, no witness, ain't no stoppin' us from pole grippin'

Tell my demons time to roll with it
We been hittin' licks and gettin' set-ups with the hoes in it
I just put some Louis on my waist so now my clothes dripping
No bitchin, no snitching, had to take the charge ain't no folding it
(For real)

But I
Bet if he get caught he testify
All my opps be buggin' so my choppa like a pesticide
Jordan tryin' to mace my brother we gon' leave em petrified
Shit is all distorted, something 12 cannot identify
(Ahh)

Tweak his wires, change his fate
Aim it higher, shoot his face
Like it's fitness, do the race
Always winnin', no debate
Blocks we spinning, dodge a case
Toxic bitches out my way
Pockets thicken everyday
Oppositions dissipate

TTK and YAD
Trained To Kill and Young And Dangerous, we going a spree
Keep it real we underrated but we blowing up you'll see
Off a pill we getting faded and we pouring up the lean
They gon' steal and show you hatred but they actin like yo team
How you feelin' when they fake it, now you gotta keep a beam
How you drilling you won't make it .223's is bouta eat
Need a million in my bank and it's blue faces, fuck a green
(Fuck a green bitch)

You bitch boys really my son but don't claim me as yo father (Ah)
Or brother
Or ya friend
I'm antisocial, fuck nigga I'm not ya mans
She suck me so good damn near put me in a trance
Skipping class, police on my ass
Running with the gas, goofy ass Running got me feelin' I'm in
Breaking bad
9th grade, running with them boys
Never was a gang, didn't bang
In these streets, but we had no set to claim

This exotic got my soul lifted
I been hittin' work and gettin' money from this dope flippin'
Shorty off a perc and she start goin' like her throat itching
No missing, no witness, ain't no stoppin' us from pole grippin'
(Bitch)