Soul eater by Moxley! Lyrics
[Intro: FLXRES]
Aight, nigga, shut up
Yuh, uhhh
What I'm gon' say, what I'm gon' say, what I'm gon' say, what am I gon'-
Egg-egg-egg
Aight, uhhh
Uhhh
Uh
[Verse 1: FLXRES, Moxley!, 561 Santana]
Britney, bitch, cause I did it, uh (yuh)
Cops pullin' up cause I did it (uh)
Fist beyblade, I'm gon' rip it, yuh
That bitch on my dick, she gon' lick it (uh)
Wait, gimme a minute, uh
Shut the fuck up, bitch, and spit it, uh
You all on my dick, she gon' spin it, uh
Santana gon' handle his business (yuh)
Cartier it's all over my lenses (yea)
Take that bitch off of my friends list
Talk about money, then send it
I got my foot on they neck in Giuseppe's
Me and my niggas we 'bout to stunt
I pour a six in a five
And we get all the money cause I want some mo'
These FN bullets make you hit the floor
[Interlude: FLXRES]
Uh, uh, uh, my bitch shе bald, uh
Wait, fuck, what was it gon' go like?
Oh, shit, shit, shit, shit, aight
Uh, uh, uh
[Verse 2: FLXRES]
Walk in, lil' nigga steppin', uh
My bitch bald like Elеven, uh
Trappin' at 7-11, uh
Beat bitch ass like Tekken, uh
[Interlude: FLXRES & Moxley!]
That's not- that's not it
The fuck? Uhhh
Uh, uh, uh, yea, uh (huh, yea, yea)
[Verse 3: FLXRES & Moxley!]
Ayy, back of the class act stupid, uh
Strike through your bitch, no Cupid, uh
Twist that bitch up, no Rubik's, uh
Better back the fuck up my shoes, bitch
Uh, we start a war
Uh, she wantin' some more
Yuh, call that bitch a whore
Uh, I'll fuck up the store, uh
3k for the shoes, this that Christian Dior
Couple of blue turn your bitch to a whore
Just copped some Revenge and I ordered some more
Uh, not walkin' alone, yea, I walk in with four, uh
Watch how I turn to a death scythe
I do not stop at the red light, huh
Stealing your card I'ma get right, huh
I had to cop me a red bike
10 hands and they out like a damn strike
Uh, Tory Lanez, that bitch gon' dance right (yuh)
Dominican bitch on my dick, huh
2 hoes on me like Death the Kid, huh
My girl, she leave with your bitch, huh
Beyblade on my dick, let it rip
Fuck nigga, run it up
Don't got no bitch, ain't cuff her up
I recorded the first time, fuck, whatever, whatever, whatever
Shut the fuck up
All that fuckin' talking pussy, you best walk up
[Outro: FLXRES & Moxley!]
This guy stinks! Ahhh
Aight, nigga, shut up
Yuh, uhhh
What I'm gon' say, what I'm gon' say, what I'm gon' say, what am I gon'-
Egg-egg-egg
Aight, uhhh
Uhhh
Uh
[Verse 1: FLXRES, Moxley!, 561 Santana]
Britney, bitch, cause I did it, uh (yuh)
Cops pullin' up cause I did it (uh)
Fist beyblade, I'm gon' rip it, yuh
That bitch on my dick, she gon' lick it (uh)
Wait, gimme a minute, uh
Shut the fuck up, bitch, and spit it, uh
You all on my dick, she gon' spin it, uh
Santana gon' handle his business (yuh)
Cartier it's all over my lenses (yea)
Take that bitch off of my friends list
Talk about money, then send it
I got my foot on they neck in Giuseppe's
Me and my niggas we 'bout to stunt
I pour a six in a five
And we get all the money cause I want some mo'
These FN bullets make you hit the floor
[Interlude: FLXRES]
Uh, uh, uh, my bitch shе bald, uh
Wait, fuck, what was it gon' go like?
Oh, shit, shit, shit, shit, aight
Uh, uh, uh
[Verse 2: FLXRES]
Walk in, lil' nigga steppin', uh
My bitch bald like Elеven, uh
Trappin' at 7-11, uh
Beat bitch ass like Tekken, uh
[Interlude: FLXRES & Moxley!]
That's not- that's not it
The fuck? Uhhh
Uh, uh, uh, yea, uh (huh, yea, yea)
[Verse 3: FLXRES & Moxley!]
Ayy, back of the class act stupid, uh
Strike through your bitch, no Cupid, uh
Twist that bitch up, no Rubik's, uh
Better back the fuck up my shoes, bitch
Uh, we start a war
Uh, she wantin' some more
Yuh, call that bitch a whore
Uh, I'll fuck up the store, uh
3k for the shoes, this that Christian Dior
Couple of blue turn your bitch to a whore
Just copped some Revenge and I ordered some more
Uh, not walkin' alone, yea, I walk in with four, uh
Watch how I turn to a death scythe
I do not stop at the red light, huh
Stealing your card I'ma get right, huh
I had to cop me a red bike
10 hands and they out like a damn strike
Uh, Tory Lanez, that bitch gon' dance right (yuh)
Dominican bitch on my dick, huh
2 hoes on me like Death the Kid, huh
My girl, she leave with your bitch, huh
Beyblade on my dick, let it rip
Fuck nigga, run it up
Don't got no bitch, ain't cuff her up
I recorded the first time, fuck, whatever, whatever, whatever
Shut the fuck up
All that fuckin' talking pussy, you best walk up
[Outro: FLXRES & Moxley!]
This guy stinks! Ahhh