Lyrics
Girl I love your soul
We been keeping it low
I love the way that you talk to me
And you keep me off them roads
Anything that you want my queen
Gucci cover your toes
Gal you made me think fuck them streets
She worth more than all of that dough
My brother I'm cruising
Blacked out Benz when I'm moving
Yeah
My life is a movie
Yeah
I was 15
Making thousands a week
Living it rough
No time for no sleep
Trouble at school
And I'm slanging in the streets
Till I met a fine woman
Stole my heart like a thief
My girl be really perfect
I've been thinking bout it now I know your worth it
My love for you is different s'really hard to word it
I rather be with you I give a fuck bout earning
Ooooooo
I been running to the bank now
Livin rough up in Bankstown
Miss my girl it's too late now
Broke my heart she didn't stay around
Let the lord choose my fate now
Kill the game we on takedown
Kill the game we on takedown
Islander girl with that fat back
Tap that
Room in the boot like a hatchback
Smack that
Not talking cash but a fat rack
Trap trap
Out here all night with the pack dacked
I use to propel in them lessons
Was always the kid who was asking the questions
But now I'm the kid who be trapping them sessions
I'm praying that rexy finds other professions
Girl I love your soul
We keepin' it low
I love the way that you talk to me
And you keep me off them roads
Anything that you want my queen
Gucci cover your toes
Gal you made me think fuck them streets
She worth more than all of that dough
My brother I'm cruising
Blacked out Benz when I'm moving
Yeah
My life is a movie
Yeah
My love was so deep
Now my heart It be weak
Bro and sis gone
Now we don't even speak
Trust in the lord
It's his faith that I seek
Now I praying for this woman
On my mind when I sleep
Girl girl girl yeah you been on my mind
We be spending money then we spending all our time
I rather be with you I think I'm done with all this crime
Girl I love your soul
We been keepin it low
I love the way that she looks in jeans
The backs about to explode
Anything that you want my queen
Gucci cover your toes
Grinded hard so my stacks obese
Now that Fendi cover your clothes
We ain't never been snoozing
Trap trap packs I abused it
Yeah
My wallet be oozing
Yeah
We be 15 and we chasing our dream
Grinding real hard
We been chasing the cream
Make it out clean
It's as hard as it seems
So I pray to our lord
That my sins are redeemed
Smoke up in glebe with the Deniz the menace
My beautiful girl man she heaven descended
My family come far from that messy depression
My family still close and on god that's a blessing
We finally done stop with the fighting and tension
You come after me it's my fam I'm protecting
I'm top of the chain but that's natural selection
Writer(s): Matthew Lane
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