Soul Eater Original God (Ft. Braxton Knight, Kamiyada+, KAY P, TYOSiN & Yung Bambi)
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[Intro: KAY P]
The Midnight Society
Hey, lil' bitch
Huh, lil' bitch, yeah (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah)
Midnight (?) (Hey-hey, hey-hey, hey, hey-hey, hey, hey, hey)
Ooh, ooh, sheesh (Hey-hey, hey, hey, hey)
Hey, huh
[Verse 1: KAY P]
Death the Kid with a Glock
You posing with guns, but we know it's a prop
Caught that boy slippin', he finna get mopped
Put holes in his body, you look like a croc
Brand new white bitch, head crack rock
Shawty pose for the camera, just like a backdrop
She wanna be with the team, I call her my mascot
And you can feel the shit real, she don't need no ass shots
[Verse 2: Kamiyada+]
Me and yo' bitch, yeah, we twins
For life can't talk about the shit we did
Fuck up a check in Neiman Marcus
I beg your pardon, these niggas can't live like we live
Still got no money then get some
These niggas lazy, so when they go broke they play victim
Passing out shots of the surplus
You niggas hungry for bullets, be sure that you get some
The Midnight Society
Hey, lil' bitch
Huh, lil' bitch, yeah (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah)
Midnight (?) (Hey-hey, hey-hey, hey, hey-hey, hey, hey, hey)
Ooh, ooh, sheesh (Hey-hey, hey, hey, hey)
Hey, huh
[Verse 1: KAY P]
Death the Kid with a Glock
You posing with guns, but we know it's a prop
Caught that boy slippin', he finna get mopped
Put holes in his body, you look like a croc
Brand new white bitch, head crack rock
Shawty pose for the camera, just like a backdrop
She wanna be with the team, I call her my mascot
And you can feel the shit real, she don't need no ass shots
[Verse 2: Kamiyada+]
Me and yo' bitch, yeah, we twins
For life can't talk about the shit we did
Fuck up a check in Neiman Marcus
I beg your pardon, these niggas can't live like we live
Still got no money then get some
These niggas lazy, so when they go broke they play victim
Passing out shots of the surplus
You niggas hungry for bullets, be sure that you get some
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