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Goldlink

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Rough Soul Lyrics - Goldlink

Had to go to LA for the winter 

Had to vibe out, Just caught a tour to the hideout 

Real nigga talk slick to ya 

Told ya bring your girlfriend, tell her bring her friends too 

Tell me Hollywood kinda weird 

You don't really like it but you gotta play the biz 

Yeah met ya last June 

By next June we were all in love and wanna fuck now 

Fell in love at the wrong time 

Spent a night at my high rise 

Or hit me late on my hotline 

Telling me you miss my homies and your mama cry 

Late night you're my boo thing, yeah 

Your mercedes with the blue thing, yeah 

All praise to the most high leader 

Dipped off in the Hills (?) 

 

Girl you're gone now 

And oh baby 

Don't call me, don't call me no more 

Girl you're gone now 

And oh baby 

Don't call me, don't call me no more 

 

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Went back to the homeland 

Had to tell the niggas what I did in your hometown 

Everybody know we probably woulda made it last 

But there you go, started tripping never hit me back 

Real nigga went back to the pimping 

Started getting groovy with the women I was hitting 

Got a gold chain and a nose ring 

And a new watch, no tick but I always do time, yeah 

Black boy with a black fade, yeah 

Got mad when you did things 

You was fucking and you did dirt too 

We was talking but you never hear my phone boom 

Moved up and I feel good shit 

Roll palm trees and I made a hit for ya 

Billboards around the city with your face on it 

But they ain't never really know bout what you been through 

Stay dancing where the hoes at, huh? 

Why your homies gotta go down, huh? 

I ain't trip when I see you I would dance at a show back in Feb 

You trip but we don't talk much 

Girl you got me fucked up 

Real nigga gotta get it when he fucked up 

Fake niggas like a new man 

Just a little side joint 

Always been a side joint 

Alright joint 

 

Girl you're gone now 

And oh baby 

Don't call me, don't call me no more 

Girl you're gone now 

And oh baby 

Don't call me, don't call me no more 

 

Girl you're gone now 

And oh baby 

Don't call me, don't call me no more 

Girl you're gone now 

And oh baby 

Don't call me, don't call me no more 

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