Official Music Video
Sold My Soul by Lil Wyte
Lyrics & Translation
English
[Intro]
[Hook: Pastor Troy]
I sold my soul to the devil for a small price (Ya)
I walk through motherfucking hell, screaming thug life (Ya)
I sold my soul to the devil for a small price (Ya)
I got them niggas with me that he taught to gang bang (Ya)
I sold my soul to the devil for a small price (Ya)
I walk through motherfucking hell, screaming thug life (Ya)
I sold my soul to the devil for a small price (Ya) [x3]
[Verse 1: Lil Wyte]
Yeaaaaaaah
They don't let me in no church, so I came to you to confess
I got a thousand thoughts on my mind and about a billion things on my chest
What do I do? Pastor Troy, do I kill em (Aha)
Or should I let these snitches off the stage and beat and crack their cerebellum
Destines where I go to chill to hang around with billionaires
We coulda fucked dude up really bad and no one would have gave a care
Ever heard of being dropped off the side of a hundred foot yacht
In the middle of a school of sharks in the dark
With 2 slit wrists to a pumping heart?
I have this on my bucket list to be the one that let you go
And let you know that you shouldn't have never fucked with this
Don't you see what's going on Dre found a white boy with some lyrics
And Paul found one in his own home, it's on
Better understand I helped build everything you fucking see
From now on any white rapper that drops has gotta go through me
Cause it's some phonies they fake, they snitches, they snakes
And I swear to God when I go to hell, all of their souls I'm gonna take
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
Yeeaaah
One and one G
The Pastor Disaster Live from Hell Street
I'm coming like a murderer
Don't you know if you heard of the
Way I bring them choppers out
What the fuck you talkin' bout
Pistol in them pussies mouth
Bet you watch your mouth now
Put your bullet through them fucking windows at your house now
Smoking on some gunpowder, drinking gasoline
I spit diesel, and sweat kerosene
Mean motherfucker, I think I smiled once
First time that I ever hit the blunt
I'm pulling stunts, pulling cables on that paper
I will rape ya, I'll duck tape ya and I'll take ya
There will be no one to save ya
You'll be begging me for favors
I'll be begging for my papers
Look at me now I'm the devil
Please don't take me to that level
Put the pedal to the medal
Ain't that motherfucker cold
It's the Pastor of Disaster and I don't have a soul
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Lil Wyte]
Ok I'm mic'd in with Tennessee
Everybody yelling out North Memphis
17 people, 19 pistols nobody in our line gets frisked
We go straight to the bar, fuck VIP
Unless VIPs gotta a bar in it and liquors free for me
Wyte Music we go hard ho, we go hard ho, or we go home, ho
And I might just fuck around and say whatever I want when I'm in my zone, ho
In this business if your white I really hate it for ya
On this road your unknowingly rolling on I pave it for ya
Your in now in my way I'm a fully automatic that will fuck around and spray
One phone call is all it will takes and I'll have G's coming from every way
You think you hard, you think you out
I'll put a mothafucking hex on you
I'm in one of the Mystic Stylez
You hoes can't even fuck with my lil homies
Wyte Musics in this bitch and some of you dudes are acting like these hoes on me
You got a problem with me, partner bring it to me
Remember 600 and 66 years before I met Paul and Juicy, Ya
[Hook]
[Outro: Pastor Troy]
I walk through motherfucking hell, screaming thug life (Ya)
And I was asking everybody where the devil hang (Come on)
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Sold My Soul by Lil Wyte
Sold My Soul* (original Lil Wyte)
[Intro]
[Hook: Pastor Troy]
I sold my soul to the devil for a small price (Ya)
I walk through motherfucking hell, screaming thug life (Ya)
I sold my soul to the devil for a small price (Ya)
I got them niggas with me that he taught to gang bang (Ya)
I sold my soul to the devil for a small price (Ya)
I walk through motherfucking hell, screaming thug life (Ya)
I sold my soul to the devil for a small price (Ya) [x3]
[Verse 1: Lil Wyte]
Yeaaaaaaah
They don't let me in no church, so I came to you to confess
I got a thousand thoughts on my mind and about a billion things on my chest
What do I do? Pastor Troy, do I kill em (Aha)
Or should I let these snitches off the stage and beat and crack their cerebellum
Destines where I go to chill to hang around with billionaires
We coulda fucked dude up really bad and no one would have gave a care
Ever heard of being dropped off the side of a hundred foot yacht
In the middle of a school of sharks in the dark
With 2 slit wrists to a pumping heart?
I have this on my bucket list to be the one that let you go
And let you know that you shouldn't have never fucked with this
Don't you see what's going on Dre found a white boy with some lyrics
And Paul found one in his own home, it's on
Better understand I helped build everything you fucking see
From now on any white rapper that drops has gotta go through me
Cause it's some phonies they fake, they snitches, they snakes
And I swear to God when I go to hell, all of their souls I'm gonna take
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
Yeeaaah
One and one G
The Pastor Disaster Live from Hell Street
I'm coming like a murderer
Don't you know if you heard of the
Way I bring them choppers out
What the fuck you talkin' bout
Pistol in them pussies mouth
Bet you watch your mouth now
Put your bullet through them fucking windows at your house now
Smoking on some gunpowder, drinking gasoline
I spit diesel, and sweat kerosene
Mean motherfucker, I think I smiled once
First time that I ever hit the blunt
I'm pulling stunts, pulling cables on that paper
I will rape ya, I'll duck tape ya and I'll take ya
There will be no one to save ya
You'll be begging me for favors
I'll be begging for my papers
Look at me now I'm the devil
Please don't take me to that level
Put the pedal to the medal
Ain't that motherfucker cold
It's the Pastor of Disaster and I don't have a soul
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Lil Wyte]
Ok I'm mic'd in with Tennessee
Everybody yelling out North Memphis
17 people, 19 pistols nobody in our line gets frisked
We go straight to the bar, fuck VIP
Unless VIPs gotta a bar in it and liquors free for me
Wyte Music we go hard ho, we go hard ho, or we go home, ho
And I might just fuck around and say whatever I want when I'm in my zone, ho
In this business if your white I really hate it for ya
On this road your unknowingly rolling on I pave it for ya
Your in now in my way I'm a fully automatic that will fuck around and spray
One phone call is all it will takes and I'll have G's coming from every way
You think you hard, you think you out
I'll put a mothafucking hex on you
I'm in one of the Mystic Stylez
You hoes can't even fuck with my lil homies
Wyte Musics in this bitch and some of you dudes are acting like these hoes on me
You got a problem with me, partner bring it to me
Remember 600 and 66 years before I met Paul and Juicy, Ya
[Hook]
[Outro: Pastor Troy]
I walk through motherfucking hell, screaming thug life (Ya)
And I was asking everybody where the devil hang (Come on)
Sold My Soul (traducción LyricVerse Team)
[Intro]
[Estribillo: Pastor Troy]
Vendí mi alma al diablo por un precio bajo (Ya)
Camino por el puto infierno, gritando vida de gánster (Ya)
Vendí mi alma al diablo por un precio bajo (Ya)
Tengo a esos negros conmigo a los que enseñó a hacer pandillas (Ya)
Vendí mi alma al diablo por un precio bajo (Ya)
Camino por el puto infierno, gritando vida de gánster (Ya)
Vendí mi alma al diablo por un precio bajo (Ya) [x3]
[Verso 1: Lil Wyte]
Siiiiiiii
No me dejan entrar a ninguna iglesia, así que vine a ti a confesar
Tengo mil pensamientos en mi mente y como mil millones de cosas en mi pecho
¿Qué hago? Pastor Troy, ¿los mato (Ajá)
O debería dejar a estos soplones fuera del escenario y golpear y romper su cerebelo
Destinos donde voy a relajarme para pasar el rato con multimillonarios
Pudimos haber jodido al tipo muy mal y a nadie le habría importado
¿Alguna vez oíste hablar de ser arrojado desde el costado de un yate de cien pies
En medio de un banco de tiburones en la oscuridad
¿Con 2 muñecas cortadas y un corazón latiendo?
Tengo esto en mi lista de deseos: ser quien te deje ir
Y hacerte saber que nunca debiste haberte metido con esto
¿No ves lo que está pasando? Dre encontró a un chico blanco con algunas letras
Y Paul encontró uno en su propia casa, está en marcha
Mejor entiende que ayudé a construir todo lo que putamente ves
De ahora en adelante, cualquier rapero blanco que salga tiene que pasar por mí
Porque son unos farsantes, son falsos, son soplones, son serpientes
Y juro por Dios que cuando vaya al infierno, todas sus almas me las llevaré
[Estribillo]
[Verso 2: Pastor Troy]
Siiiiii
Uno y uno G
El Pastor Desastre en vivo desde la Calle del Infierno
Vengo como un asesino
¿No sabes si oíste hablar de la
Forma en que saco esas ametralladoras
De qué mierda estás hablando
Pistola en la boca de esas cobardes
Apuesto a que ahora cuidas tu boca
Ahora mete tu bala por esas putas ventanas de tu casa
Fumando pólvora, bebiendo gasolina
Escupo diésel y sudo queroseno
Hijo de puta malvado, creo que sonreí una vez
La primera vez que fumé el porro
Estoy haciendo acrobacias, tirando cables en ese papel
Te violaré, te encintaré y te llevaré
No habrá nadie que te salve
Me estarás rogando favores
Yo estaré rogando por mis papeles
Mírame ahora, soy el diablo
Por favor, no me lleves a ese nivel
Pisa el acelerador a fondo
¿No es ese hijo de puta frío
Es el Pastor del Desastre y no tengo alma
[Estribillo]
[Verso 3: Lil Wyte]
Ok, estoy conectado con Tennessee
Todos gritando North Memphis
17 personas, 19 pistolas, nadie en nuestra fila es cacheado
Vamos directo al bar, a la mierda el VIP
A menos que el VIP tenga un bar y licores gratis para mí
Wyte Music le damos duro, puta, le damos duro, puta, o nos vamos a casa, puta
Y podría simplemente joder y decir lo que quiera cuando estoy en mi zona, puta
En este negocio, si eres blanco, realmente lo lamento por ti
En este camino por el que ruedas sin saberlo, yo lo pavimenté para ti
Ahora estás en mi camino, soy una automática que joderá y rociará
Una llamada telefónica es todo lo que se necesita y tendré G's viniendo de todas partes
Crees que eres duro, crees que estás fuera
Te echaré un puto maleficio
Estoy en uno de los Mystic Stylez
Ustedes putas ni siquiera pueden joder con mis pequeños amigos
Wyte Music está en esta perra y algunos de ustedes actúan como estas putas conmigo
Si tienes un problema conmigo, compañero, tráemelo
Recuerda 600 y 66 años antes de que conociera a Paul y Juicy, Ya
[Estribillo]
[Outro: Pastor Troy]
Camino por el puto infierno, gritando vida de gánster (Ya)
Y le preguntaba a todo el mundo dónde se juntaba el diablo (Vamos)
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