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  • GoldLink – Rough Soul (feat. April George)

    [Intro]
    Uh-uhm-uhm
    Yeah

    [Verse 1: Goldlink]
    Had to go to LA for the winter
    Had to vibe out, Just caught a tour to the (?)
    Real nigga talk slick to ya
    Told ya bring your girlfriend, tell her take her friends too
    Telling Hollywood kinda weird
    You don’t really like it but you gotta play the (?)
    Yeah met ya last June
    By next June we will (?) and 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
    You’re my (?) with the blue thing, yeah
    All praise to the most high leader
    Dipped off in the heels (?)
    [Hook: April George]
    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

    [Verse 2: Goldlink]
    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 been a thug
    Black boy with a black fade, yeah
    Got that when you did things
    You was fucking and you did dirt too
    We was talking but you never hit my phone booth
    Moved up and I feel good shit
    Roll palm trees and I made a hand for ya
    Billboards around the city with your face on it
    But they ain’t never really know 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 (?) 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

    [Hook: April George]
    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

    [Hook: April George]
    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


  • GoldLink Featuring April George – Rough Soul Lyrics

    (Intro)
    Uh, uhm, uhm
    Yeah

    (Verse 1 – Goldlink)
    Had to go to LA for the winter
    Had to vibe out, Just caught a tour to the
    Real ni**a talk slick to ya
    Told ya bring your girlfriend, tell her take her friends too
    Telling Hollywood kinda weird
    You don’t really like it but you gotta play the
    Yeah met ya last June
    By next June we will…and f**k 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
    You’re my…with the blue thing, yeah
    All praise to the most high leader
    Dipped off in the heels

    (Chorus – April George)
    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

    (Verse 2 – Goldlink)
    Went back to the homeland
    Had to tell the ni**as 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 ni**a 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 been a thug
    Black boy with a black fade, yeah
    Got that when you did things
    You was f**king and you did dirt too
    We was talking but you never hit my phone booth
    Moved up and I feel good s**t
    Roll palm trees and I made a hand for ya
    Billboards around the city with your face on it
    But they ain’t never really know 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…dance at a show back in Feb
    You trip but we don’t talk much
    Girl you got me f**ked up
    Real ni**a gotta get it when he f**ked up
    Fake ni**as like a new man
    Just a little side joint
    Always been a side joint
    Alright joint

    (Repeat Chorus 2X)