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#4,929 in subgenre
Peak #40
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Peak #6,696
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August 18, 2005
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Story behind the song
My gah damned ex is a pain in my ass... I wrote this in 20 minutes when I heard the beat... but i recorded @ home, and my mic is shitty...
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Lyrics
Title: Soul Sistah
Artist: Simple
Album: n/a
Beat: Keyshia Coles f/ Remy Martin - Soul Sistah
uhnh unh
whut i need...a chick can roll tha weed
a chick can blow tha weed..a chick can blow tha V
-i-c u not see'n whut i'm say'n
cuz i'm not foul, on tha cloud where i'm lay'n
is where i rock styles, not ya mild or ya typical
jus' thick brawds, wit hips large, lots a visuals
couple scars, bitch can brawl and she whipp'd a few
wit no fuss'n, bitch know who she listen to
if u listen too, might think u apply...
thoughts strong, but u all wrong in ya mind...check it,
do u draw if a nigga tryna fall back
or do u mull in ya skull then u call back
can u chill when u soup'd up?
or u mad cuz we ain't on tha fone like we used ta
like we ain't usedta each other by now
ain't much left to say, we kno how we get down
and when its time 2 get down, can u meet my intensity
and high energy is not whut u pretend 2 be
can ya ride wit ya man, get drunk, blow skunk
in tha sky and get right wit ya man?
or when ya man get right, then u wanna stress?
naw, u gett'n left fit right in my plans
am i right? i mean damn... whut tha fuck is it?
bitch draw if she ain't her bull in a minute
but i ain't seen u neither... so say i'm cheat'n again...
and i'ma run wild like a thief in tha mint
now i'm gone like a leaf in tha wind, u happy?
no more raw dawg'n & u call'n me pappy
i'm done wit tha garbage, hands washed and chalked it
did a lil' dirt, now i'm back on tha market
ceased like abortions/
any real chicks?
i put my bid in like an auction/
on sum real shit/
i ain't even tryna start shit/
tho i'ma soldier
on some keyshia coles shit/
jus' want it 2 be over/
lawd, and i told ya...
stay dumb high wit a smart rock on my shoulders
think u can hang like a poster
approach tha boy, i'll hold it down like poster boy
toast 2 my future queen, y'kno ya boy
got u strapp'd in my dreams like cordorouys
tha bull vic in rotation.. call'n out
to my lost rib from tha cut where i'm wait'n.. p'z
Simple 8/17/05
