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nouvèl - i got soul كلمات الأغنية

introduction

uh
gimme dat gimme dat uh
gimme dat feeling that crunk
dat whoo huh
gimme dat sip of dat drank
gimme dat feeling that crank
now oohh ahh
shaking that shakin that clap
gimme dat feeling that trap
dat uh huh hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hit that, hol’ up

soul

verse 1:

uh
got more game than the water from the rain got flow
got more wave than the beaches in miami got hoes
keep a fresh fade cuz i can’t fade lookin like most
let the beat play spit flames cuz a n-gga got soul

soul

lookin like some money, smelling like givenchy
i be h-lla saucy, dripping like some coffee
hotter than a coal ow, i been tryna hold out
gotta give ’em soul now, yeah

hook 1:

tell me what you got, tell me what you got
tell me what you got, tell me what you got
i got soul
tell me what you got, tell me what you got
tell me what you got, tell me what you got
i got soul
tell me what you got, tell me what you got
tell me what you got, tell me what you got
i got soul
tell me what you got, tell me what you got
tell me what you got, tell me what you got
i got soul

verse 2:

uh
tell me who got soul, who get your girl in the mode
put on my crank have her sip on that drank
she ready to go
but if he can’t slip that slide, if he can’t last all night
i’ma come through and do right

i’m
elite, 6 ft
get deep where your n-gga can’t reach
she need a pro, she ain’t really tryna teach
you don’t really gotta worry if your girl don’t keep
a pretty face, stay laced
real simple when it come to my taste
long as she keep her hair combed
look good in a thong, last long
and the booty ain’t fake

hook 2:

verse 3:

n-gga i’m a fogh-rn legh-rn debonair headstrong
early in the morning i be screaming out my theme song
catch me in the crop fields eating all the d-mn corn
chickens let me cop feels lemme turn my swag on

run they beaks like they really bout that action
flex in my direction get to wrecking on this d-mn farm
i can hear ’em clucking, hear em fussin’
loose feathers better tuck ’em ima pluck em
better duck em, spread my wings for ’em

woo-hah woo-hah
i got you all in check, i got these roosters stretching they necks
who-dat who-dat
i got these chickens wet. i got these chickens breaking the necks

i pad tax, where’s my return i need racks
money pierce my vein i bleed stacks
dose of novocain i relapse
relax

lately i been told, they been feeling my flow
everything that glitter ain’t gold
till the fat lady sing n-gga better lay low
want me to swallow my pride, y-yall keep talking that jive
don’t you keep tellin them lies
yo chick on my d-ck keep blowing my line

closing/hook 3:

- nouvel

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