On My Soul Jiggy (Ft. Wiz Khalifa)
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[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
On my soul (on my soul)
I'm gonna let 'em go (let 'em go)
Ride for my niggas that's soul (that's soul)
On my soul (on my soul)
I'm gonna keep one rolled (keep one rolled)
On my soul (on my soul), On my soul (on my soul)
I'm down to let 'em go (let 'em go)
Ride for my niggas that's soul (that's soul)
On my soul (on my soul)
I'm gonna keep one rolled (keep one rolled)
On my soul (on my soul)
[Verse 1: Jiggy]
On my soul
On my soul, I was broke and I was fuckin' bitches
It's time to get this money, count these fuckin' digits
On my soul, them my niggas, y'all ain't fuckin' wit us
I come from a place, guns get to bustin' nigga
Bullets get to flyin', better get to duckin'
If you come, if you comin'
Best believe we gon' come wit repercussions
Max out like a snare drum, percussions
Ain't no more fair ones, they dumpin'
Out in L.A. smokin' tree up in the trap
Most niggas won't never understand that
Just talked to ____, call my nigga ____ back
Smoke up in my chest, call it on my soul pack
On my soul (on my soul)
I'm gonna let 'em go (let 'em go)
Ride for my niggas that's soul (that's soul)
On my soul (on my soul)
I'm gonna keep one rolled (keep one rolled)
On my soul (on my soul), On my soul (on my soul)
I'm down to let 'em go (let 'em go)
Ride for my niggas that's soul (that's soul)
On my soul (on my soul)
I'm gonna keep one rolled (keep one rolled)
On my soul (on my soul)
[Verse 1: Jiggy]
On my soul
On my soul, I was broke and I was fuckin' bitches
It's time to get this money, count these fuckin' digits
On my soul, them my niggas, y'all ain't fuckin' wit us
I come from a place, guns get to bustin' nigga
Bullets get to flyin', better get to duckin'
If you come, if you comin'
Best believe we gon' come wit repercussions
Max out like a snare drum, percussions
Ain't no more fair ones, they dumpin'
Out in L.A. smokin' tree up in the trap
Most niggas won't never understand that
Just talked to ____, call my nigga ____ back
Smoke up in my chest, call it on my soul pack
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