Soul X Hunter

Lyrics

Morty! it's freezing outside
 Put on your sweater
 You're gonna' catch pneumonia
 Morty!
 Umm, I don't know what that just was tho'
 I apologize
 Umm
 Mr. 80's Eddie Murphy
 Dodging feelings that a hurt me
 I love condoms they alert me
 Just incase this girl has herpes
 That just irks' me
 Anti-early birdie waking up too early
 Thirty women in my phone incase my main one wants to curve me, wordy
 (Wordy)
 Some body tag this shit to Fergie
 And please don't Louis C.K me I promise I'm not that pervy'
 Dirty maybe or too flirty
 No not coochie just some slurpy
 Thirsty boy I am certy'
 You ain't no snack girl you a turkey
 To be the greatest I know
 I know that's my goal
 ITunes or Tidal
 I'll probably take that title
 I'm as petty as they come
 I'll never take the high road
 Girl I'm a dick you down
 And crack you like your Chiro'
 I never do no stupid shit
 So I'm never going viral
 My music is a virus
 Go get a Norton on your iPhone
 I blackout like Kardashians
 My shit kick like Tae Bo
 This a bomb ass entrance where's my pyro?
 I'll never get my soul right
 I'm too psycho, psycho
 I'll never get my soul right (man)
 I'll never get my soul right
 I'm too psycho, psycho
 I'll never get my soul right
 Insomniac thriller
 Michael, Michael, Michael, Michael
 Zombie shit that's how my
 Life go, life go, life go, life go
 Girl suck it up like that shit
 Lipo, lipo, lipo, lipo
 I stand out where ever
 I go, I go, I go, I go
 He'll never get his soul right (man)
 He'll never get his soul right (man)
 I'll never get my soul right (man)
 I'll never get my soul right
 Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
 Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
 Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
 Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
 Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
 Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
 Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
 Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
 Mr. Marvel Black Panther Wakanda
 Kinda persona
 I'm tryna slide up inside a mama
 That's Portuguese Gangda
 I cross the line a few times but
 My fucking timing is proper
 Popping up with Moscato's hoping
 That she'll take her top off
 Promise like "where you find her?"
 I promise I'll climb up my commas
 Getting mixed black and white women I be fucking Obama's
 Girl I'm the next LeBron to be real to be honest
 So let me take yo' number from you like you're Mario Chalmers
 I am saucey I am Rego
 I hope she isn't preggo'
 I'm taking over the planet boy like uh? any day tho'
 Megan Fox I think you're hot
 I hope she doesn't say no
 I don't know if this girl is squirting
 Or just pissing on my table
 Whatever it's okay bro
 I'm nasty there's no halo
 I'm kinky there's no safe word
 I'm one disgusting negro
 I asked her for an Eggo
 Cause' her pussy taste like Maple
 I'm the type of dude that you should pray foe'
 He'll never get his soul right
 I'll never get my soul right
 I'll never get my soul right
 I'll never get my soul right
 Insomniac thriller
 Michael, Michael, Michael, Michael
 Zombie shit that's how my
 Life go, life go, life go, life go
 Girl suck it up like that shit
 Lipo, lipo, lipo, lipo
 I stand out where ever
 I go, I go, I go, I go
 Depressed as fuck but I'm still
 Hype though, hype though, hype though, hype though
 Correct your life that shit a
 Typo, typo, typo, typo
 Stop frontin' girl you want this
 Pipe though, pipe though, pipe though, pipe though
 (Cause' I know that guy you're talking to is a fucking loser)
 

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Duration
03:50
Key
1
Tempo
137 BPM

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