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Luckyboy - Clean Soul Lyrics




I'm only nineteen but my mind is old,
And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold,
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old,
Another nigga deceased, another story gets told (acapella Prodigy)

Another story gets told, I'm more clever,
It sounds like hating fekas, what?
Whatever,
Lo hacían por un motivo y no se acuerdan de cuál era,
Forget the reason?, never,
I'm the season player.
Shory,
I want that gold like Ari,
Mamis and mary, brake the party,
Fly tho the States to make money,
Actually we didn't want it,
But life make us gone back on it,
Now we're stacking with my homies.
Heavy dramas at home,
No worries at all,
Shall we make things better,
Get a clean soul, but I,
I'm a sinner, así lo vivo mejor,
Dejarle puesto el bucket fila, quitarme el polo lacoste.
Mami uknow,
Humo para saltarnos las pautas,
Ver lo que guardas, ver lo que tardas,
U got that?
Smoking in my backyard,
Then we're gonna make that hard,
No consigue llenar pero calma.
Goin' up till the top of this,
Aunque sean profundos los cortes,
Aquí cuenta el aguante,
God damn know,
Te echan el guante no un cable,
Viéndome subir homie esperando a que salte.
No chances,
Klk piensas?
No vale volver con el rabo entre las piernas,
Quiere hacer una muralla sin piedras,
Si no sales no encuentras,
Cuando vuelva a verte honey me cuentas...

I'm only nineteen but my mind is old,
And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold,
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old,
Another nigga deceased, another story gets told (acapella Prodigy)
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I'm only nineteen but my mind is old,
And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold,
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old,
Another nigga deceased, another story gets told (acapella Prodigy)

Another story gets told, I'm more clever,
It sounds like hating fekas, what?
Whatever,
Lo hacían por un motivo y no se acuerdan de cuál era,
Forget the reason?, never,
I'm the season player.
Shory,
I want that gold like Ari,
Mamis and mary, brake the party,
Fly tho the States to make money,
Actually we didn't want it,
But life make us gone back on it,
Now we're stacking with my homies.
Heavy dramas at home,
No worries at all,
Shall we make things better,
Get a clean soul, but I,
I'm a sinner, así lo vivo mejor,
Dejarle puesto el bucket fila, quitarme el polo lacoste.
Mami uknow,
Humo para saltarnos las pautas,
Ver lo que guardas, ver lo que tardas,
U got that?
Smoking in my backyard,
Then we're gonna make that hard,
No consigue llenar pero calma.
Goin' up till the top of this,
Aunque sean profundos los cortes,
Aquí cuenta el aguante,
God damn know,
Te echan el guante no un cable,
Viéndome subir homie esperando a que salte.
No chances,
Klk piensas?
No vale volver con el rabo entre las piernas,
Quiere hacer una muralla sin piedras,
Si no sales no encuentras,
Cuando vuelva a verte honey me cuentas...

I'm only nineteen but my mind is old,
And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold,
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old,
Another nigga deceased, another story gets told (acapella Prodigy)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Alfonso Bartolome Fernandez, Victor Garcia Montana
Copyright: Lyrics © CTM Publishing

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