Roc Marciano, Andre the Giant - Soul Music lyrics
[Roc Marciano, Andre the Giant - Soul Music lyrics]
Live niggas in the front
Fake niggas in the back
Fly bitches in the middle
Shake just a little, uh
Shake just a little, uh lord, yeah, uh
I said, straight cheese, please
My shit is money niggas talking that old
Sounding like assholes it's laughable
It won't bring traffic through
Let it do what it do, cock-a doodle doo
I'll put the cock to your boo's doo doo chute
What's the square root to a
Cooch? It's a coup
Remove my suit, bitches tryna work the root
To no avail
And if so then it's snowin' in Hell
Go for delf, there's no room on the coattail
The game's risky like a coke sell
My hoe hail from New Rochelle
I smoke while she paint her toenails
Explain what to who? Nigga fuck you
You light about a buck two, I been nice
My fly entry is complimentary
Hence no weapon shall prosper against me
Swing the pages
My Paper Mate creates phrases
My right hand is like Frazier's, uh
Gray stages, niggas bit the wave
It's contagious
I been knew I was destined for greatness
Pour my cup baby, I'm just warming up
Me and the money, we falling in love
(Mwah, mwah, mwah, I love you baby)
Uh, word, uh (Mwah)
Sweet kisses in the night to Barry White
'Til they put me in the
Chair like "Suge" Marion Knight
Lil' daddy never carrying light
Cool Miami nights
The reality bites (Bum ass niggas)
Live niggas in the front
Fake niggas in the back
Fly bitches in the middle
Shake just a little, uh
Soul music, soul music
Live niggas in the front
Fake niggas in the back
Fly bitches in the middle
Shake just a little, uh
We make soul music (Soul music)
For the failures, the stealers, the dealers
The paraphernalia got 'em floating
On water like sailors
Grab her weave, make her bob like the Wailers
"And you ain't got enough bars"
Same shit I told my jailers
Dropped so many jewels
You think I'm careless
These niggas is fruity with theirs
A jury with peers can see I've
Got more lines than movie premiers
She want me
And I lay her on her tummy, watch me bungee
And her friends like to wrestle
So they jump me another thing
Love is king but she never heard of Sade
From Cape Town to Jon-J
But ask her who's her favorite
And she'll probably say "Andre"
Not 3000 or the Doctor
But the one that got her open
Make her sing at the opera all hail
This is something you can feel
Like it's all braille
Wack proof so we force field
Fake niggas in the back
Fly bitches in the middle
Shake just a little, uh
Shake just a little, uh lord, yeah, uh
I said, straight cheese, please
My shit is money niggas talking that old
Sounding like assholes it's laughable
It won't bring traffic through
Let it do what it do, cock-a doodle doo
I'll put the cock to your boo's doo doo chute
What's the square root to a
Cooch? It's a coup
Remove my suit, bitches tryna work the root
To no avail
And if so then it's snowin' in Hell
Go for delf, there's no room on the coattail
The game's risky like a coke sell
My hoe hail from New Rochelle
I smoke while she paint her toenails
Explain what to who? Nigga fuck you
You light about a buck two, I been nice
My fly entry is complimentary
Hence no weapon shall prosper against me
Swing the pages
My Paper Mate creates phrases
My right hand is like Frazier's, uh
Gray stages, niggas bit the wave
It's contagious
I been knew I was destined for greatness
Pour my cup baby, I'm just warming up
Me and the money, we falling in love
(Mwah, mwah, mwah, I love you baby)
Uh, word, uh (Mwah)
Sweet kisses in the night to Barry White
'Til they put me in the
Chair like "Suge" Marion Knight
Lil' daddy never carrying light
Cool Miami nights
The reality bites (Bum ass niggas)
Live niggas in the front
Fake niggas in the back
Fly bitches in the middle
Shake just a little, uh
Soul music, soul music
Live niggas in the front
Fake niggas in the back
Fly bitches in the middle
Shake just a little, uh
We make soul music (Soul music)
For the failures, the stealers, the dealers
The paraphernalia got 'em floating
On water like sailors
Grab her weave, make her bob like the Wailers
"And you ain't got enough bars"
Same shit I told my jailers
Dropped so many jewels
You think I'm careless
These niggas is fruity with theirs
A jury with peers can see I've
Got more lines than movie premiers
She want me
And I lay her on her tummy, watch me bungee
And her friends like to wrestle
So they jump me another thing
Love is king but she never heard of Sade
From Cape Town to Jon-J
But ask her who's her favorite
And she'll probably say "Andre"
Not 3000 or the Doctor
But the one that got her open
Make her sing at the opera all hail
This is something you can feel
Like it's all braille
Wack proof so we force field