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Bless His Soul

 

Bless His Soul


[Intro:]
Ain't that DJ Chose over there?
Look like DJ Chose
Hardbody

[Fredo Bang:]
Woadie got a body, he ain't tell nobody
He stuck to the code, hope God bless his soul
Right hand on the Bible, tell the lie straight to the judge
Just 'cause he ain't never fold, hope God bless his soul (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ain't gotta drop a bag, got niggas to do that shit for free (Grr)
Ain't gotta spend a band, got niggas to do that shit for me
Got a house up in the 'burb, my mama house still in the streets (Ooh-ooh)

Know that we be acting (Playin'), that AC that I'm packing is compact ('Pact)
Ask around my city, I work that ratchet (Yeah)
I'm living what they rapping, pull it out like Go Go Gadget (Boaw)
I put my savage on even though he acting (Yeah)
Get a bag and not a casket (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I was taught to get it in the old way (Old way)
I was slinging iron up on that tollway (Tollway)
I been traumatized, I can't let nobody close, babe
Snakes in disguise, told me lies with a bold face

I salute to the real one time
Hopping gates, tryna duck one time
Kept it real, ain't think of switching one time
You hit a lick to feed your kids, but that's fine

Woadie got a body, he ain't tell nobody
He stuck to the code, hope God bless his soul
Right hand on the Bible, tell the lie straight to the judge
Just 'cause he ain't never fold, hope God bless his soul (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ain't gotta drop a bag, got niggas to do that shit for free (Grr)
Ain't gotta spend a band, got niggas to do that shit for me
Got a house up in the 'burb, my mama house still in the streets (Ooh-ooh)

[Polo G:]
Let off clips when we drill shit, clap his dome
With some old heads on field trips like chaperones, uh
These niggas vaginal, my niggas animals
From the murder capital where catching bodies casual
Keep these angels guarding me, saved us with a harmony
My daddy saw the star in me when stars seemed too far to reach
I'm perfecting my artistry, grew up on Tha Carter III
Shoot like we play for varsity, these slugs'll hit his artery
He can't be with gang, we revoked him of his membership
Out here writing statements like he working on his penmanship
Hellcat just for racing, fuck around and bought the dealership
Mama look, I made it and I still got all my killers here

[Fredo Bang:]
Woadie got a body, he ain't tell nobody
He stuck to the code, hope God bless his soul
Right hand on the Bible, tell the lie straight to the judge
Just 'cause he ain't never fold, hope God bless his soul (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ain't gotta drop a bag, got niggas to do that shit for free (Grr)
Ain't gotta spend a band, got niggas to do that shit for me
Got a house up in the 'burb, my mama house still in the streets (Ooh-ooh)

Yeah, I salute to the real one time
Hopping gates, tryna duck one time
Kept it real, ain't think of switching one time
You hit a lick to feed your kids, but that's fine

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