Fredo Bang - Soul Cry lyrics
Fredrick Dewon Thomas Givens II
[Fredo Bang - Soul Cry lyrics]
(Pipe that shit up, TnT, Tahj Money)
I put my trust up in this dirty pistol
Can't put my trust up in no dirty nigga
I had the stick on me when I worked at
They play games and hid like turtles nigga
(Sheesh) that's why we murder niggas
I know a pastor with a body nigga
So I don't read no Bible scriptures
And I say, Uh uh
I hopped off that porch with the torch, nigga
(yeah yeah yeah)
We make pistols spark when it's dark nigga
(yeah yeah yeah) uh uh
I hopped off that porch with the torch nigga
(yeah yeah yeah) uh uh
We make pistols spark when it's dark nigga
(yeah yeah yeah)
Lord can You hear my soul cry?
(You know the Bible a lie
You hear me? But I still)
I ain't prayed in a while, yeah
(I still praise God, you hear me?)
Yeah, the only thing that make me happy
(But the Bible is a lie) I
Ain't tryna see no fuckin' pastor
Is when we walk a nigga down
(That nigga doin' worser than me
You hear me?)
I know a gangster ass nigga put
His stick before his kids
I believe in God, I pray to him before I sin
Many tried, many died
Felt the flame from the gat
Six feet under dirt, dig 'em up
You want him back (Boom boom)
I could go stupid with this dirty SIG (Bah)
I'ma put you on the front page
'fore you take my momma kid (Bitch)
I'm out my body, out my top
I'm out my fuckin league, yeah
Big ol' stepper, head dresser
Tell me how you want your wig?
Split his shit and do a bid
I get jiggy with that stick, we can dance
We could tango (yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah)
If I want him bad
Hop his fence fuck a gate code
(yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah)
If he try me then he fucked like
A bitch off of Bang Bros
I'm thuggin' I can't help it
Told the Lord that I can't go
And I say, Uh uh
I hopped off that porch with the torch, nigga
(yeah yeah yeah) uh uh
We make pistols spark when it's dark nigga
(yeah yeah yeah) uh uh
I hopped off that porch with the torch nigga
(yeah yeah yeah) uh uh
We make pistols spark when it's dark nigga
(yeah yeah yeah)
Lord, can You hear my soul cry?
(Lord, You hear me cryin'?)
I ain't prayed in a while, yeah
(I ain't prayed in fuckin' a while)
Yeah, the only thing that make me happy ()
Is when we walk a nigga down
(Pray we gon' murk the nigga)
I put my trust up in this dirty pistol
Can't put my trust up in no dirty nigga
I had the stick on me when I worked at
They play games and hid like turtles nigga
(Sheesh) that's why we murder niggas
I know a pastor with a body nigga
So I don't read no Bible scriptures
(Boom boom)
You know the Bible a lie
You hear me? But I still
I still praise God, you hear me?
But the Bible is a lie
I ain't tryna see no fuckin' pastor
That nigga doin' worser than me
You hear me?
I put my trust up in this dirty pistol
Can't put my trust up in no dirty nigga
I had the stick on me when I worked at
They play games and hid like turtles nigga
(Sheesh) that's why we murder niggas
I know a pastor with a body nigga
So I don't read no Bible scriptures
And I say, Uh uh
I hopped off that porch with the torch, nigga
(yeah yeah yeah)
We make pistols spark when it's dark nigga
(yeah yeah yeah) uh uh
I hopped off that porch with the torch nigga
(yeah yeah yeah) uh uh
We make pistols spark when it's dark nigga
(yeah yeah yeah)
Lord can You hear my soul cry?
(You know the Bible a lie
You hear me? But I still)
I ain't prayed in a while, yeah
(I still praise God, you hear me?)
Yeah, the only thing that make me happy
(But the Bible is a lie) I
Ain't tryna see no fuckin' pastor
Is when we walk a nigga down
(That nigga doin' worser than me
You hear me?)
I know a gangster ass nigga put
His stick before his kids
I believe in God, I pray to him before I sin
Many tried, many died
Felt the flame from the gat
Six feet under dirt, dig 'em up
You want him back (Boom boom)
I could go stupid with this dirty SIG (Bah)
I'ma put you on the front page
'fore you take my momma kid (Bitch)
I'm out my body, out my top
I'm out my fuckin league, yeah
Big ol' stepper, head dresser
Tell me how you want your wig?
Split his shit and do a bid
I get jiggy with that stick, we can dance
We could tango (yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah)
If I want him bad
Hop his fence fuck a gate code
(yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah)
If he try me then he fucked like
A bitch off of Bang Bros
I'm thuggin' I can't help it
Told the Lord that I can't go
And I say, Uh uh
I hopped off that porch with the torch, nigga
(yeah yeah yeah) uh uh
We make pistols spark when it's dark nigga
(yeah yeah yeah) uh uh
I hopped off that porch with the torch nigga
(yeah yeah yeah) uh uh
We make pistols spark when it's dark nigga
(yeah yeah yeah)
Lord, can You hear my soul cry?
(Lord, You hear me cryin'?)
I ain't prayed in a while, yeah
(I ain't prayed in fuckin' a while)
Yeah, the only thing that make me happy ()
Is when we walk a nigga down
(Pray we gon' murk the nigga)
I put my trust up in this dirty pistol
Can't put my trust up in no dirty nigga
I had the stick on me when I worked at
They play games and hid like turtles nigga
(Sheesh) that's why we murder niggas
I know a pastor with a body nigga
So I don't read no Bible scriptures
(Boom boom)
You know the Bible a lie
You hear me? But I still
I still praise God, you hear me?
But the Bible is a lie
I ain't tryna see no fuckin' pastor
That nigga doin' worser than me
You hear me?