CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Soaring

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Water on me, VS not distilled
Wrote his name on a 9 mill pistol (Shh shh)
Got robbed with a pistol, we was in the house they was on Crystal Knife in my pocket, gun on my waist, you don’t want me to c*ck it I ain’t gotta waste
Dem man likkle, men we can beat 'em up
We ain’t gotta put a wap down onto his face
Had him down on his knees, told him pray to the Lord
But he never showed up, that’s awkward
Molley too smart but I said f**k Oxford
We just fight, we don’t ever try talk first
Yute try run up on me till he saw my shank
If I swing my ting, he leaking
They don’t want beef, think dem man vegan
Told me lеt’s meet, tell 'em come to my rеgion
Skin tone light like cinnamon, I’m a villain
If they run up I’m killing 'em
B*t*h I’m chilling with this little Dominican
She a baddie and she wanna get disciplined
If I hate him, then I’m finna get rid of him
Turn me up, I think these haters ain’t listening
Got him twice, I think I gotta go triple him
Pull out my shank and finish him

Molley back and now he soaring (Soaring)
She no baddie man, the b*t*h is too boring
All the shawties they adore him ('dore him)
F**k that little boy, I warned warned him (Warned him)
Molley back and now he soaring (Soaring)
Told 'em wake up, why you snoring?
I’m no player but I’m scoring (Scoring)
I ran up a check now I’m balling

Done him bad now he got paranoia
Spent 2 days in the crib with my lawyer
Cops ask me, but I swear I ain’t saw ya
I was out west smoking gas in the foyer
I was in rehab counting my days
I was never rethinking my ways
I’m a well known man in an unknown place
Never had a white girl that’s an unknown taste
Look at my shawty, If we f**king we gon' do it on molly
I’m realist in my city man prolly
Buy your b*t*h and throw her up in my trolley
Molley back and now he rapping oh golly
All these rappers need to go back to colly
Out of city and I’m throwing a party
30 b*t*hes tryna get in the lobby
Don’t give a f**k about brands
How could I when I’m running scams?
Shout out to all of my fans, the reason I got all these bands
10 thousand racks on these pants, just look at the way that I dance
We in the club going ham, we spend 50k on the tab
Molley back and now he soaring (Soaring)
She no baddie man, the b*t*h is too boring
All the shawties they adore him ('dore him)
F**k that little boy, I warned warned him (Warned him)
Molley back and now he soaring (Soaring)
Told 'em wake up, why you snoring?
I’m no player but I’m scoring (Scoring)
I ran up a check now I’m balling