Music For My Soul Lyrics & Chords By Freestyle Project

Unexpected like a mixtape, catch you at'cho crib if you reading this its too late. hmm... point a choppa' at nigga.now he running like a track race. Hmm... Catch a nigga while he waiting on his dinner cut his head off leave his ass with a full plate. Hmm. Nigga talking shit put the metal to his mouth now i call his ass brace face. Hmm . & yo b*tch up for grabs like a sweepstake imma eat her ass like a cheesecake. Hmm. Now we back to my place. Bust on her face with my nut like its toothpaste. Hmm. Straight up at his crib like it's home alone Mac up to his face you would'a think he had some lipstick on. Hmm. Price on his head Hella ice on a sled made a nigga freeze up like frozone. Hmm. Put the chrome to a nigga dome. now his ass stuck like he need a couple chromosomes. Hmm. Im at'cho do' like a ding dooong, i'a serve ya like ping pong. Hmm. And yo b*tch say my name like im Mike Jones. imma eat her ass like some neckbones. Hmm. Choppa' ring like a telephone, shoot em in his stomach you'a think a nigga belly gone. Hmm. Bitches say i rap like a sing-a-long . & they got it playing on they phone like a ringtone. Hmm. Big D*ck King Kong. Took her to the crib and i put the while team on. Hmm. i just got some cash on the flip shit bought yo bitch some time so she playing for the patriots. Hmm. Always first, never second. imma god. in the heavens when i die. imma legend on my drake shit. Hmm. Pull up on your block wit'a banana clip, if a nigga lacking imma turn into banana split. Hmm. I ch-ch-ch-chop shit body up in pieces pick it up with some chopsticks. Hmm. Pull up to the scene with a fat bitch and you know im fenna eat her ass like some catfish. Hmm... I pull up like scrrrr— peep out the window then i have to pop shit. Hmm. like herbo we kill shit. we gonna fuck around and crack yo bitch like a base hit. Hmm. i can turn your bitch to my bitch. shawty outta hand? fuck around and ray rice shit. Channel 9 pronounced him dead. laid him under bodies like a mattress on a bed. if a nigga try to run shoot him in his side make him do the stanky leg Hmm. if you lacking you dead face shots push ya eyeballs back to your head. Hmm. Niggas think it's sweet till his blood shed Now he not responding to nobody like his phone dead Hmmmm… I ain't even going for his head Chest shots Leaving like he standing for the pledge Hmmmm… Got a bad bitch layin' in my bed Watching Sponge Bob while she gives me fantastic head Hmmmm… Got your girl in the back seat Sweating like an athlete Now she on top like a bunk bed Hmmmm… Guns pointed at his head Call his ass Ebola 'how a pussy nigga spread Hmmmmmmmmm… Four niggas got the whole world doing it Got niggas teed up like a body on a crucifix Hmmmm... Me and my squad we up in this bitch Nigga talking shit we act a fool like Ludacris Hmmmm... With your bitch making movie clips Slide in her crib eat her ass like tuna fish I come through shooting shit Dropping bodies have a U-haul come and move his shit Hmmmm... Shooters acting crazy like some lunatics Uzi spit Fill a nigga up had him do a split Who is this? Nigga we not new to this True to this Passing hoes to my bros We be ally ooping shit Hmmmmmmmm... Ya know how we coming man… We be running, man to the money man… Turn up Turn up These niggas lame asfff Turn up Turn up GANGG! What was that? Take that shit out Take that shit out