Soul by Norajaron Lyrics

Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Bouta fuck all of these hoes
I'm on the block sellin' blow
I got them rocks in my coat
Vvs diamonds so cold
I'm gettin' racks for a show
I need them stacks on the low

I want margiela
I need that coat
I need that burberry, louboutin toes
Boy get yo bread up
Wallet don't fold
All of these demons they gon take my soul

Keep a baretta
Wah me unload
Deep in her guts and i'm takin' her soul
Need me a sweater
Ice be too cold
Up on yo block, i ain't talkin bout poles
I mix that burberry, that gucci, that chanel
Ride in that foreign, pagani give hell
Doin' them drugs, fell in love with myself
All of this water on me like a well

Ride fo my choppa, need nobody else
That fourty gon chop ya like it's taco bell
Nobody can stop us, you gon' eat these shells
My fourty gon' pop ya, ya mom wit da belt