DAMN King Snyper - Yung Body Ol' Soul Lyrics

Thank you God
Yeah
Made it passed twenty-one
Breezed through twenty-two
Gifted like I'm twenty-three
Smoked a lot of Kush at twenty-four
I had to let it be
At twenty-five
I said fuck this shit
Just let the pain speak
Speak
Barely lookin twenty-six
Know a couple twenty-six
But we can't really speak on this
I see yall slither
I see we slime
I see we slatt the same
Bout to turn twenty-seven
No numbers game
Yeah

Just that young body old soul
Bring back the Mary Jane
Throw away the cocaine
Broke as fuck high as fuck
Can't even feel the pain
I ain't mad at nature but it pours when it rains
Yeah
Just that young body old soul
Bring back the Mary Jane
Throw away the cocaine
Broke as fuck high as fuck
Can't even feel the pain
I ain't mad at nature but it pours when it rains
Yeah

Young body old soul
It's that, Young body old soul
Yeah

First record twenty eleven
Momma heard it up in heaven
Ten years later
Now its DAMN on the instrumental
Know this shit ain't accidental
This flow ain't no rental
Do this for my block
And my lil niggers with IG handles

Can't forget my D boys
Pushin shit you cannot handle
Couple camel toes comin

Finna ride the saddle
Bout to feel some figures
How you figure baby, How's your handles
Tryna hit her friend
I heard her pussy sweet like Diddle Daddle

Pablo gave em cocaine
The Indies gave us sugar cane
I don't need a ticket
Just a blunt to be like aeroplane
Brodie took one in the chest
Swear to God we couldn't sleep
But big brodie strapped now
But somehow he comes in peace

Yeah

Its that young body old soul
Bring back the Mary Jane
Throw away the cocaine
Broke as fuck high as fuck
Can't even feel the pain
It's not that kinda party throw away the heavy thangs

Finna break the media
Coz ya'll ain't hearin us
Bosses move in silence
That's that Trap Encyclopedia
I ain't flippin pages
She surprised the way I'm reading her
Got her screamin Handyman
Right back while I'm drillin her

Might just put a kid in her
But I ain't feelin her
You know she's for the streets
But got you paying for her feelings bra
If you talkin down imma have you Runnin for a living bra
Where I'm from its Trap or die
We ain't talkin music bra

We just turn your squad to John Does and Plain Janes
Just got off the mellow plane
Nominate me Soul Train
Tryna get a window seat
Play me till I fall asleep
DAMN King Snyper everywhere
I should've been Street Sweep

Finna run the streets
Just like Nazo and Stricty
If the Sniper jammin
We gonn place em in a guillotine
We don't slip We slide dawg
These Pumas ain't on heavy feet
Ally Kings fly bro
Can't you see the fleet

I just jump on wax
Foot on their necks like I never knew defeat
Spend a couple minutes
With the sample
Then I lace this shit
God bless the lyricist
Long way from the pharmacist
Used to drink that mud
With these styrofoams and chalices

Workin on my songs
Tryna make my flower bloom
Troy be going crazy in my ear
Like I need to get to Bloem
Way too many songs
Catching dust in my fucking room
I put this on my life
Just like my EP dawg I'm coming soon
Yeah

Just that young body old soul
Bring back the Mary Jane
Throw away the cocaine
Broke as fuck high as fuck
Can't even feel the pain
I ain't mad at nature but it pours when it rains
Yeah
Young body old soul
Bring back the Mary Jane
Throw away the cocaine
Broke as fuck high as fuck
Can't even feel the pain
I ain't mad at nature but it pours when it rains
Yeah
Young body old soul
So so
Ey, Young body old soul

Yeah
El' Presidenté
Underage Sensei
Haaa
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