Roc Marciano - Soul Music lyrics

[Hook] Live n***as in the front, fake n***as in the back Fly b**hes in the middle, shake just a little (uh) Shake just a little (uh) Lord ... yeah (uh) [Verse 1: Roc Marciano] I said, straight cheese.... please My sh** is money n***as talking that old... sounding like a**holes It's laughable, it won't bring traffic through Let it do what it do, co*k-a-doodle-doo I'll put the co*k to your boo's doo doo shoot Whats the square root to a cooch? It's a coup Remove my suit b**hes tryna work the root... To no avail... and if so then it's snowin' in hell Go for delf there's no room on the coat tail The game's risky like a coke sell My hoe healthy, new Rochelle I smoke whilst she paint her toenails Explain what to who? n***a f** you You light about a buck-two I been nice... My fly entry is complimentary Hence no weapon shall prosper against me Swing the pages, my paper mate creates phrases My right hand is like Fraziers (uh) Grace stages, n***as bit the wave its contagious I been knew i was destined for greatness Pour my cup baby I'm just warming up Me and the money we falling in love (Mwah mwah...i love you baby...mwah...word...uh) Sweet kisses in the night to Barry white Til it put me in the chair like Suge Marion Knight Lil' daddy never carrying light Cool Miami nights, the reality bites (Pum a** n***as) [Hook X2] [Verse 2: A.G.] We make soul music... For the failures, the stealers, the dealers The paraphan*lia...got 'em floating on water like sailors Grab her weave, make here bob like the Wailers And you ain't got enough bars, same sh** i told my jailers Dropped so many j**els you think i'm careless These n***as is fruity with theirs, a jury with peers Can see I've got more lines than movie premiers She want me... And i lay her on her tummy, watch me bungee And her friends like to wrestle so they jump me Another thing, love is king but she never heard of Sade From Cape Town to Jon-J But ask her who's her favorite and she'll probably say Andre Not 3000 or the doctor But the one that got her open, make her sing at the opera All hail, this is something you can feel like it's all braille Wack proof so we [?]