Correction Lyrics Calling My Spirit (Freestyle) by Luh Soldier

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Verse 1:
When my spirit get cold I just pray fo' forgiveness I know that these n***as don't like me
Ima soldier steppin in my Nike's, she ask when we f**k do you like me
I stay with that burner fo' you and yo buddy I hide that b*t*h under my white tee
Lil shawty so tight she a Pisces, she snuck out the house that b*t*h triflin
I-I-I had to remove myself from that drama im makin' my play out the studio
She just wanna f**k and lay up inna spot, lil wood like damn this a goofy hoe
I'm straight outta Birmingham meant to say Murdaham look at the rate that sh*t crazy
Dirt on my name but a n***a could care, they hated on me since a baby
She just wanna f**k to that cc's so I pin that hoe up like a TV
Blood in my eyes while that other b*t*h cannabis you got a problem then bruh we could handle it
Yeah imma punk can't compare to no amateur just got some buddy with sh*t down in Africa
Henny in me now a young n***a horny, 99 baby I grew up on Barney I feel like Nick Saben I'm coaching my team, take my advice im livin' my dream
When I turn up its the maximum, line them hoes up imma tackle em
pu**y so fine I might catch me a charge, im locked in a booth like some burglar bars
Stay out in the front like some handle bars
Run that sh*t up n***a handle yours
Said come get this d**k and this sh*t is a 4 fag I get to boppin when they cut on that Kodak
The team on my back like a muhf**kin throwback
We came from the bottom I know that you know that
Slow up, the feds still on the block the spot been so hot since lil buddy got shot, poppin these pills got my jaw onna lock, b*t*h its on sight when we meet you gon' flop
Who this lil' hoe on my phone, oh Alexa oou, yuh
This my lil cougar b*t*h
She f**k with them hooligans
Can't let that b*t*h go that b*t*h too legit
She callin my phone for the d**k on a Sunday, and then that b*t*h got outta church
So get what I did put that d**k in her sideways
I had that b*t*h goin berzerk
She just wanna f**k got her stealin' my lingo, a real n***a I can't f**k with no gringo lil beezy clutchin when he look out the peephole she wanna be wife but my phone say amigo
Lord if you gon' take me just give me a sign
I can't be walkin' out here in the blind
Family fake dawg they thinkin I signed if its bout sum money n***a get out my line
Remember back then with no Glock and a ruger can't trip 'bout no b*t*h imma have to salute ya
I'm the point guard and im runnin' with shooters we all tryna win ain't no point if you losin'
I-I'm at the money you n***as still snoozin
Cross the line, then my youngins gon' do ya
Boy thats a shame like im peewee
They like stop put that Soldier on repeat, yuh

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