Sol - 100 Songs lyrics
[Sol - 100 Songs lyrics]
I got that Fugee La lit up that Killa
Roll big Ls uptown go figure
Fuck with the Zilla none one realer
Mention my name better pay my lawyer
Gotta bible on my bed stand
Condoms in my left hands
I just wanna party with my kinfolk
And kick it with a nympho
I pray the preacher save my soul
I hate it when they hate on low
But love me when they play my shows, woah
They just wanna take my role
They wish that they could say they were Sol
I don’t give a
Light-skinned half-Haitian damn
If you understand what it mean to be me
Momma taught me they won’t see you they just
Seeing what they wanna see
I’m exactly where they wanna be
I pray that they don’t go blind -
Trying to fuck with my shine woah, yay!
If it’s a sign of the times -
Guess my shit bout to blow woah, yay!
And it goes yay-a-a-a ay
Hol’ up! What a 100
000 follows if you never been a leader
You ain’t talking you just tweeting
You just DM hoes
I love these rappers like my brothers
And that’s one hundred forever
I send em positive vibes
I think they need it most
But, if you want get the fame
I guess you need to know
When you do your thing
People throw em’ stones
I got nothing but love and
Ain’t afraid to show it
Still doing em’ favors and they
Ain’t even know it
I know you just keep saying I won’t
I thinking that you praying I don’t, I might
Write 100 songs right now
I got a lot of thoughts right now
I think they just wanna end me
But they are not my enemies
I got friends that I call family
And family that can't stand me
Never pick up the phone
Yo Sol, it’s bleep
Still in New York I’m just
Calling to let you know
I’ll be in the Northwest give me a link
Seattle’s not too far away
Roll big Ls uptown go figure
Fuck with the Zilla none one realer
Mention my name better pay my lawyer
Gotta bible on my bed stand
Condoms in my left hands
I just wanna party with my kinfolk
And kick it with a nympho
I pray the preacher save my soul
I hate it when they hate on low
But love me when they play my shows, woah
They just wanna take my role
They wish that they could say they were Sol
I don’t give a
Light-skinned half-Haitian damn
If you understand what it mean to be me
Momma taught me they won’t see you they just
Seeing what they wanna see
I’m exactly where they wanna be
I pray that they don’t go blind -
Trying to fuck with my shine woah, yay!
If it’s a sign of the times -
Guess my shit bout to blow woah, yay!
And it goes yay-a-a-a ay
Hol’ up! What a 100
000 follows if you never been a leader
You ain’t talking you just tweeting
You just DM hoes
I love these rappers like my brothers
And that’s one hundred forever
I send em positive vibes
I think they need it most
But, if you want get the fame
I guess you need to know
When you do your thing
People throw em’ stones
I got nothing but love and
Ain’t afraid to show it
Still doing em’ favors and they
Ain’t even know it
I know you just keep saying I won’t
I thinking that you praying I don’t, I might
Write 100 songs right now
I got a lot of thoughts right now
I think they just wanna end me
But they are not my enemies
I got friends that I call family
And family that can't stand me
Never pick up the phone
Yo Sol, it’s bleep
Still in New York I’m just
Calling to let you know
I’ll be in the Northwest give me a link
Seattle’s not too far away