Soul X Hunter
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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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Song Details
- Duration
- 03:50
- Key
- 1
- Tempo
- 137 BPM