lirik lagu soul keeper – foogiano & big scarr
[intro]
ah
ho
foo
(let the band play)
[chorus: foogiano]
need a cheerleader (cheerleader)
all these points that a n*gga score (i score)
she a team eater (she a team eater)
when we f*ck, she throwin’ up the four
i was sellin’ dope and kickin’ doors (kickin’ doors)
now it’s fifty ball every show (every show)
now i moncler every coat (every coat)
i remember i couldn’t find a soul (find a soul)
i’m the soul keeper (i’m the soul keeper)
this d*ck magic, n*gga, ask your ho (ask your ho)
i’m the grim reaper (i’m the grim reaper)
but i ain’t got a knife, b*tch, i got a blower (nah)
he ain’t the mobb, we treat him like some food (mobb)
by any means, the mobb’ll never lose (mobb)
he look for clues, give his ass the blues
and i should be crippin’ how i keep these blues (keep the blues)
[verse 1: foogiano]
who you kiddin’? (who you kiddin’?)
you ain’t got no money, i ain’t the one to play with
too many digits (too many)
bank account active, boy, your sh*t lazy (lazy)
i was a trapper ‘fore i got with baby (trap)
sellin’ this dope like i’m from the ’80s (foo)
i be designer steppin’ on the daily (huh?)
too many picks, i should’ve been a safety (uh)
i’m a quarterback, got a strong line (yeah)
b*tch, i promise you won’t get a sack (no)
got a big iron, if i take somethin’ (foo)
then i promise you won’t get it back (foo)
walked in gucci and i spent a ten (ten)
now it’s double g’s on my pebble (on my pebble)
when we done, asked if we friends
told her get dressed, girl, i can’t help it
you a dummy, go against the mayor (what?)
money stacked tall, layers on layers (huh?)
yeah, we got gas stops like sh*ll
and we gon’ spin like propel’ (mobb)
boogers all over, not my nose (no)
crips, bloods, boy, i even got zoes
hundred pointers on, call me wilt (what?)
lost count on all the points i hit (foo)
[chorus: foogiano]
need a cheerleader (cheerleader)
all these points that a n*gga score (i score)
she a team eater (she a team eater)
when we f*ck, she throwin’ up the four
i was sellin’ dope and kickin’ doors (kickin’ doors)
now it’s fifty ball every show (every show)
now i moncler every coat (every coat)
i remember i couldn’t find a soul (find a soul)
i’m the soul keeper (i’m the soul keeper)
this d*ck magic, n*gga, ask your ho (ask your ho)
i’m the grim reaper (i’m the grim reaper)
but i ain’t got a knife, b*tch, i got a blower (nah)
he ain’t the mobb, we treat him like some food (mobb)
by any means, the mobb’ll never lose (mobb)
he look for clues, give his ass the blues
and i should be crippin’ how i keep these blues (keep the blues)
[verse 2: big scarr]
woah, uh, let a n*gga play with foo, he on the news
two b*tches with me, make it hard to choose
clip like bananas, we ain’t at the zoo
i drunk a twelve of green like it’s brew
heard he had went to court and told the truth
glock hold a hundred, still let it loose
he on a stretcher tryna make a truce
i hit the gas on the state troops
f*ck goin’ to jail, tryna make a soup
two hundred cash came all blues
yeah, you know who winnin’, we can never lose
i had some bales ‘fore i went to school
i would skip class, never liked the rules
play with my money, n*gga, you a fool
hit him for his pockets, tired of being cool
b*tch, i’m the reaper, who the f*ck is you?
two*seater coupe, ridin’ a canoe
opps in a ‘wood, blow ’em like a flute
blackout hit him, put him in a suit
two*man army, never in a group
we still movin’ bags even in the booth
soicyboyz, free pooh and foo
never fell off, still got the juice (on god)
[chorus: foogiano]
need a cheerleader (cheerleader)
all these points that a n*gga score (i score)
she a team eater (she a team eater)
when we f*ck, she throwin’ up the four
i was sellin’ dope and kickin’ doors (kickin’ doors)
now it’s fifty ball every show (every show)
now i moncler every coat (every coat)
i remember i couldn’t find a soul (find a soul)
i’m the soul keeper (i’m the soul keeper)
this d*ck magic, n*gga, ask your ho (ask your ho)
i’m the grim reaper (i’m the grim reaper)
but i ain’t got a knife, b*tch, i got a blower (nah)
he ain’t the mobb, we treat him like some food (mobb)
by any means, the mobb’ll never lose (mobb)
he look for clues, give his ass the blues
and i should be crippin’ how i keep these blues (keep the blues)
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