Niche Ken & M471K - Sold Souls (feat. Kacekid)

Shawty gon' sell her soul just for a VVS stone, wrist on froze
Blicky on me stainless steel
And the hearts I'm rocking chrome
Pop me an x-pill, smoke out the O
Hell no, I ain't playin' no tic-tac-toe
Shoot a nigga on his front porch
We ain't even have to go backdoor
Ask why my heart's so cold? Was fuckin' with a ho
You already know, bust down silver Cuban choker
I'm a young rich nigga don't fuck with gold
Niggas can't be my bros you niggas is rats, I heard that you bitches done told
You boys is like laundry, no mats
You full of the cap and I know that you niggas gone fold
I'ma creep on a bitch like TLC
Brown skinned bitch look just like chili
Fuck that bitch to Chief Sosa
Nah we ain't playin' no Pretty Ricky
Brand new blicky, Glock 10 Milly
I'ma up this bitch if shit get sticky
Got a hoe that's fairly odd, got her number saved as Icky-Vicky
I with the gang, I'm with the squad
Ate the shrooms, it's finna get real trippy
He got the drink, he got some bars
Pop five perks and now we up one fifty
Out of space, we with the stars
Different drugs, this shit can get real tempting
Love to race, you see the cars
Laying foot, I'm never lifting
Asian bitch, she in my car
She suckin' my dick while I'm Tokyo drifting
Me and Twin like Zack and Cody
I'm at the W, bitch, we ain't at no Tipton
Balling just like Mike and Pippen
Pints of codeine, I been sipping
See me, I'ma go and get it, while you niggas sit and wishing
See we runnin' up the digits, killin' shit now we been living
For three, pullin' up from distance like Chef Curry, now watch me mix it
Them shots, I don't miss em
Big cup of wock, fuck my dishes
They yellin' out dub, completed mission
Love my day ones since the beginning, shit
Shawty gon' sell her soul just for a VVS stone, wrist on froze
Blicky on me stainless steel
And the hearts I'm rocking chrome
Pop me an x-pill, smoke out the O
Hell no, I ain't playin' no tic-tac-toe
Shoot a nigga on his front porch
We ain't even have to go backdoor
Ask why my heart's so cold? Was fuckin' with a ho
You already know, bust down silver Cuban choker
I'm a young rich nigga don't fuck with gold
Niggas can't be my bros you niggas is rats, I heard that you bitches done told
You boys is like laundry, no mats
You full of the cap and I know that you niggas gone fold
She like the way I'm dripping
This real pimpin', I can't do no simpin'
Shorty gon' sell her soul for riches
Crazy what the money gon' do to these bitches
She gon' fold like I do my britches
Trippin', it's evil world we live in
Sickening, roll up two for my mental
Hot like first class pussy, you wishin'
Za pack a punch like C.O.D. zombies
Real loud pack from Portage in transit
Brand new cologne all on my body
She gone go cause she like my fragrance
That bitch hot, put her in my pocket
Pussy so good, gotta save it for later

Written by:
KC Ware, Kenhasah Moon, Malik Moon

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