Wounded Soul
Wounded Soul

Yung Drippy - Wounded Soul Lyrics

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Wounded Soul Lyrics

When I tried to tell you, you tried to tell me it was other things
I don't wanna drink
I don't wanna drink
Check out my ice watch, bling bling
Check out my bust down pinky ring
Yeah
Nigga, I ain't got no problems
Nigga, I ain't got no problems
I'm number one in the column
Nigga, free big Tito, I can't even call him
You can spin this block if you wanna
Lightskin bad bitch, hot like a sauna
Somebody call up Rihanna
And I'm tellin' brodie, pour that wok up
I'm tellin' brodie, pour that wok up
If you don't got no drink, nigga stock up
Nigga I'm trying to cop a new whip like John and them
Seen a boujee bitch look like Ivanka Trump
Shorty, you know I ain't buying that bag, so just put that shit back where you got it from
Like, baby, just put that shit back
I'm bouta stack up the racks
Brodie got janked for a pack
Nigga, G-Dot, please come back
Yeah, I'm still my brother like Alex and Jack
Fuck that shit, brodie back on the track
Young bull got a glock with a hundred-round mag
Hating ass niggas on dick y'all fags
I didn't know where to go, so I turned to my dad
Shorty keep playin' with my heart and it's makin' me mad
Baby, why weren't you there when I went to that show out in Chad?
I swear some people wake up and know when I'm leavin', that's facts
That's facts
That's facts
That's facts
Nigga, I ain't got no problems
Nigga, I ain't got no problems
I'm number one in the column
Nigga, free big Tito, I can't even call him
You can spin this block if you wanna
Lightskin bad bitch, hot like a sauna
Somebody call up Rihanna
And I'm tellin' brodie, pour that wok up
I'm tellin' brodie, pour that wok up
If you don't got no drink, nigga stock up
Nigga I'm trying to cop a new whip like John and them
Seen a boujee bitch look like Ivanka Trump
Shorty, you know I ain't buying that bag, so just put that shit back where you got it from
Put it where you got it from
Lil nigga, what you doing copping rum?
When you come to the stu, it's a lot of fun
Boy, what you gon' do with that prop gun
I was raised well I'm my mama's son
The pack on the road we just gotta wait another month
I told him, just bring a few, but he brought a ton
I'm always gon love you forever, don't worry hun
And I remember what mom dukes had me, she was only 31
I used to play outside, she told me do not touch the ground, cause it's dirty son
Look at what happened in 22Gz, he got locked up in jail and I heard he's done
I'm playin' games, we havin' fun
Like Deok-su and Gi-hun
Deok-su and Gi-hun
Nigga, I ain't got no problems
Nigga, I ain't got no problems
I'm number one in the column
Nigga, free big Tito, I can't even call him
You can spin this block if you wanna
Lightskin bad bitch, hot like a sauna
Somebody call up Rihanna
And I'm tellin' brodie, pour that wok up
I'm tellin' brodie, pour that wok up
If you don't got no drink, nigga stock up
Nigga I'm trying to cop a new whip like John and them
Seen a boujee bitch look like Ivanka Trump
Shorty, you know I ain't buying that bag, so just put that shit back where you got it from
When I tried to tell you, you tried to tell me it was other things
I don't wanna drink
I don't wanna drink

When I tried to tell you, you tried to tell me it was other things
I don't wanna drink
I don't wanna drink
Check out my ice watch, bling bling
Check out my bust down pinky ring
Yeah
Nigga, I ain't got no problems
Nigga, I ain't got no problems
I'm number one in the column
Nigga, free big Tito, I can't even call him
You can spin this block if you wanna
Lightskin bad bitch, hot like a sauna
Somebody call up Rihanna
And I'm tellin' brodie, pour that wok up
I'm tellin' brodie, pour that wok up
If you don't got no drink, nigga stock up
Nigga I'm trying to cop a new whip like John and them
Seen a boujee bitch look like Ivanka Trump
Shorty, you know I ain't buying that bag, so just put that shit back where you got it from
Like, baby, just put that shit back
I'm bouta stack up the racks
Brodie got janked for a pack
Nigga, G-Dot, please come back
Yeah, I'm still my brother like Alex and Jack
Fuck that shit, brodie back on the track
Young bull got a glock with a hundred-round mag
Hating ass niggas on dick y'all fags
I didn't know where to go, so I turned to my dad
Shorty keep playin' with my heart and it's makin' me mad
Baby, why weren't you there when I went to that show out in Chad?
I swear some people wake up and know when I'm leavin', that's facts
That's facts
That's facts
That's facts
Nigga, I ain't got no problems
Nigga, I ain't got no problems
I'm number one in the column
Nigga, free big Tito, I can't even call him
You can spin this block if you wanna
Lightskin bad bitch, hot like a sauna
Somebody call up Rihanna
And I'm tellin' brodie, pour that wok up
I'm tellin' brodie, pour that wok up
If you don't got no drink, nigga stock up
Nigga I'm trying to cop a new whip like John and them
Seen a boujee bitch look like Ivanka Trump
Shorty, you know I ain't buying that bag, so just put that shit back where you got it from
Put it where you got it from
Lil nigga, what you doing copping rum?
When you come to the stu, it's a lot of fun
Boy, what you gon' do with that prop gun
I was raised well I'm my mama's son
The pack on the road we just gotta wait another month
I told him, just bring a few, but he brought a ton
I'm always gon love you forever, don't worry hun
And I remember what mom dukes had me, she was only 31
I used to play outside, she told me do not touch the ground, cause it's dirty son
Look at what happened in 22Gz, he got locked up in jail and I heard he's done
I'm playin' games, we havin' fun
Like Deok-su and Gi-hun
Deok-su and Gi-hun
Nigga, I ain't got no problems
Nigga, I ain't got no problems
I'm number one in the column
Nigga, free big Tito, I can't even call him
You can spin this block if you wanna
Lightskin bad bitch, hot like a sauna
Somebody call up Rihanna
And I'm tellin' brodie, pour that wok up
I'm tellin' brodie, pour that wok up
If you don't got no drink, nigga stock up
Nigga I'm trying to cop a new whip like John and them
Seen a boujee bitch look like Ivanka Trump
Shorty, you know I ain't buying that bag, so just put that shit back where you got it from
When I tried to tell you, you tried to tell me it was other things
I don't wanna drink
I don't wanna drink

Writer(s): Ben Nkwantah
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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