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Soul Bleed Video (MV)




Performed By: Marcus
Language: English
Length: 2:23
Written by: Marcus Fleming




Marcus - Soul Bleed Lyrics
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Aye Leek this muh'f*cka so Sleezy
Yo
I put this shit on my mama, put this shit on my granny
The quickest way to die is when you playin' wit' niggas family
Quick to cut a bitch off, if she ain't makin' me happy
Quick to put it in the stash, I ain't never been flashy
I was catchin' every sale, shit, just shoot me the addy
Ridin' round wit' the scale, even ridin' wit' baggies
Them was the old days, ain't no goin' back to my old ways
If only you lil' niggas knew about all my old plays
All I ever wanted was to make it out my city
Just so I can come back and put niggas on from my city
That R/T den got a nigga blessed with many quickies
Tinted windows, I was in the backseat suckin' titties
I always been cold-hearted, but had heart
Was never a hoopin' nigga, but was hoopin' at the park
Was never a street nigga, I just always loved money
Was known for bein' a crispy nigga, na I play it bummy
In grind mode, every day, like 24/7
Long live the ones we lost; I hope y'all restin' in Heaven
The lames steady winnin', the real ones comin' in second
Last time I let a nigga see my whip, he f*ckin' wrecked it
The last time I seen my dawg, was right before he died
Thinkin' 'bout it, I can't tell you how many times I den cried
Niggas sayin' I switched, the same time a nigga lied
Same nigga who was scoopin' when niggas needed a ride
That's always gon' be me nigga
When you was sayin', "I", I was sayin', "We", nigga
I'm lookin' at my dog on a f*ckin' tee nigga
Like, "God damn, why the f*ck you have to leave nigga?"
You always kept it g nigga
We had plans, but they wasn't meant to be nigga
I got a daughter on the way, so I ain't doin' shit for free
'Cause when it was me? Niggas was hittin' me wit' a fee
Yeah
You know what I'm sayin' man, this for everybody we lost
This for everybody that's locked in them cages
Rest In Peace my brother, I love you boy
Ain't gon' never stop thinkin' 'bout you man
C'mon na
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Aye Leek this muh'f*cka so Sleezy
Yo
I put this shit on my mama, put this shit on my granny
The quickest way to die is when you playin' wit' niggas family
Quick to cut a bitch off, if she ain't makin' me happy
Quick to put it in the stash, I ain't never been flashy
I was catchin' every sale, shit, just shoot me the addy
Ridin' round wit' the scale, even ridin' wit' baggies
Them was the old days, ain't no goin' back to my old ways
If only you lil' niggas knew about all my old plays
All I ever wanted was to make it out my city
Just so I can come back and put niggas on from my city
That R/T den got a nigga blessed with many quickies
Tinted windows, I was in the backseat suckin' titties
I always been cold-hearted, but had heart
Was never a hoopin' nigga, but was hoopin' at the park
Was never a street nigga, I just always loved money
Was known for bein' a crispy nigga, na I play it bummy
In grind mode, every day, like 24/7
Long live the ones we lost; I hope y'all restin' in Heaven
The lames steady winnin', the real ones comin' in second
Last time I let a nigga see my whip, he f*ckin' wrecked it
The last time I seen my dawg, was right before he died
Thinkin' 'bout it, I can't tell you how many times I den cried
Niggas sayin' I switched, the same time a nigga lied
Same nigga who was scoopin' when niggas needed a ride
That's always gon' be me nigga
When you was sayin', "I", I was sayin', "We", nigga
I'm lookin' at my dog on a f*ckin' tee nigga
Like, "God damn, why the f*ck you have to leave nigga?"
You always kept it g nigga
We had plans, but they wasn't meant to be nigga
I got a daughter on the way, so I ain't doin' shit for free
'Cause when it was me? Niggas was hittin' me wit' a fee
Yeah
You know what I'm sayin' man, this for everybody we lost
This for everybody that's locked in them cages
Rest In Peace my brother, I love you boy
Ain't gon' never stop thinkin' 'bout you man
C'mon na
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