CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Marci
(Cookin Soul)
God bless my soul I'm a sinner
The path to righteousness is thinner
I was beating with many stripes, far more than I like to remember
My life is like a wild adventure
Cops tried to pinch us, n***as piled up in my mama's Sentra
I had the 9 with the condenser
Your T go from white to magenta
When them shots enter
Hit you and left your body bent up (n***a twisted)
You know the chain of command if it's for dollars then we can prolly link up
But otherwise it's unlikely my n***a
I'm not to be taken lightly I'm a silent killеr
Do me a solid, come suck what's behind thе zipper
I steer the ship, ma, I'm the skipper
I don't fish, I'm more Guy Fisher but just a bit richer
There's no magician that could trick us
No roost no chickens could spook us we ain't superstitious
I'm witcha b*t*h in the booth in the Ruth Chris kissing
We slid in the back door and walked through the kitchen
Ass so fat, this sh*t had me tripping like tryna stick Rod Strickland
My aura glisten, I shot the bull with the stick from long distance
And went off the grid to chill just like a baller with a torn meniscus
I still never slip with all this water dripping, knocked the game up, it was more than just morning sickness
I hit the floor to beg for the lord's forgiveness, I done lost my discipline, I'm tempted
Listen, kid, I'm still on that pimp sh*t
My shooter's like Larry Bird he from Port-au-Prince he not from French Lick
sh*t is intrinsic, my n***as kill, that's how we build friendships
Til then your membership's pending
Pinky ring with the diamond pendant swinging
I'm in a european speeding up and down Linden
God bless my soul I'm a sinner
The path to righteousness is thinner
I was beating with many stripes, far more than I like to remember
My life is like a wild adventure
Cops tried to pinch us, n***as piled up in my mama's Sentra
I had the 9 with the condenser
Your T go from white to magenta
When them shots enter
Hit you and left your body bent up (n***a twisted)
You know the chain of command if it's for dollars then we can prolly link up
But otherwise it's unlikely my n***a
I'm not to be taken lightly I'm a silent killеr
Do me a solid, come suck what's behind thе zipper
I steer the ship, ma, I'm the skipper
I don't fish, I'm more Guy Fisher but just a bit richer
There's no magician that could trick us
No roost no chickens could spook us we ain't superstitious
I'm witcha b*t*h in the booth in the Ruth Chris kissing
We slid in the back door and walked through the kitchen
Ass so fat, this sh*t had me tripping like tryna stick Rod Strickland
My aura glisten, I shot the bull with the stick from long distance
And went off the grid to chill just like a baller with a torn meniscus
I still never slip with all this water dripping, knocked the game up, it was more than just morning sickness
I hit the floor to beg for the lord's forgiveness, I done lost my discipline, I'm tempted
Listen, kid, I'm still on that pimp sh*t
My shooter's like Larry Bird he from Port-au-Prince he not from French Lick
sh*t is intrinsic, my n***as kill, that's how we build friendships
Til then your membership's pending
Pinky ring with the diamond pendant swinging
I'm in a european speeding up and down Linden
