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Soul Glo Video (MV)




Performed By: Rambro the Bexgawd
Language: English
Length: 1:58
Written by: Daniel Lewis




Rambro the Bexgawd - Soul Glo Lyrics
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Yuh
Sometimes
I just I just i just throw this shit on I don't know what I'ma say
Gotta little piece of blunt right here
Little piece of mild
The air is off
You know
Dope dealer
Spent to many days as a broke nigga
Stay strapped
I'm ok wit Mack's
Ima Soul digger
Gorilla
Who gon go realer
Not a soul realer
Deep rooted niggas sweet tooth it
Til ya holes get filled up
I try to chill but this pressure constantly
It get built up
These Niggas kill
Then these Niggas squeal
That's how the jails get filled up
That's contradiction
Your composition in black in white
That's contradiction
When ya competitions wit flashing lights
Who said it was a fair game
Who said it was a game at all
I play wit pussy
I don't play wit y'all
You robbing Peter
Trying to pay off Paul
When you see your bitch
Tell her stay off balls
She way off course
Cause she out weighed her cause
What the weigh up cost
I'm zeroed in
Bring the heroine
I'm trying to save the day
Wit dope bags thats 5 dollars
Big Dogs
Rottweilers
A couple niggas was holding me down
Make sure they got dollars
They fell off
I helped em rebound
I'm like Scot Pollard
I got dollars off of niggas that was slipping
I guess I'm Ugly reminiscing
She say she like me
When I'm cool and not combative
Her ugly nigga never listen
I know she a addict
But she ain't never slipping
Trying to turn sex to a habit
You need another mission
Gold mine tunnel vision
Dollar dollar bill and that's a Wu thang
Word to Wu Tang
Nobody's Pill these niggas laced like shoe stings
These bitches raised to do things that there mother should of never did
Them bitches having kids
To take care of them other kids
Them niggas come and go
But you scared and you swear it's his
You think that nigga slow
Be prepared it will save you tears
I shed years off my life
Trying to make a million selling nickels
Do a robbery then sell the pistol
I came up off a small lick
It's funny how the card switch
When the car shift
Switch hands card trick
Big blams
Cartridge
Damn
That shit was crazy
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Yuh
Sometimes
I just I just i just throw this shit on I don't know what I'ma say
Gotta little piece of blunt right here
Little piece of mild
The air is off
You know
Dope dealer
Spent to many days as a broke nigga
Stay strapped
I'm ok wit Mack's
Ima Soul digger
Gorilla
Who gon go realer
Not a soul realer
Deep rooted niggas sweet tooth it
Til ya holes get filled up
I try to chill but this pressure constantly
It get built up
These Niggas kill
Then these Niggas squeal
That's how the jails get filled up
That's contradiction
Your composition in black in white
That's contradiction
When ya competitions wit flashing lights
Who said it was a fair game
Who said it was a game at all
I play wit pussy
I don't play wit y'all
You robbing Peter
Trying to pay off Paul
When you see your bitch
Tell her stay off balls
She way off course
Cause she out weighed her cause
What the weigh up cost
I'm zeroed in
Bring the heroine
I'm trying to save the day
Wit dope bags thats 5 dollars
Big Dogs
Rottweilers
A couple niggas was holding me down
Make sure they got dollars
They fell off
I helped em rebound
I'm like Scot Pollard
I got dollars off of niggas that was slipping
I guess I'm Ugly reminiscing
She say she like me
When I'm cool and not combative
Her ugly nigga never listen
I know she a addict
But she ain't never slipping
Trying to turn sex to a habit
You need another mission
Gold mine tunnel vision
Dollar dollar bill and that's a Wu thang
Word to Wu Tang
Nobody's Pill these niggas laced like shoe stings
These bitches raised to do things that there mother should of never did
Them bitches having kids
To take care of them other kids
Them niggas come and go
But you scared and you swear it's his
You think that nigga slow
Be prepared it will save you tears
I shed years off my life
Trying to make a million selling nickels
Do a robbery then sell the pistol
I came up off a small lick
It's funny how the card switch
When the car shift
Switch hands card trick
Big blams
Cartridge
Damn
That shit was crazy
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Writer: Daniel Lewis
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