Souv
Remember nights in Brazil
Finding orchids so rare
The secret streets winding through the hills
Scent of clove in the air
Every night a new place
But the same face
Always calling you
Always calling you
I just let the spirits guide me, hmm
N tried to try me, I just let the p divide 'em
Hmm, yeah
Ain't no peace inside me (nah)
But I pull up at the West End, I got a freak beside me
Houston hottie, she been used to ridin'
'Cause my new medallion probably worth a thousand and a couple tickets
Eenie meenie, yeah, you know they pickin'
Henny bottle, yeah, you know I'm sippin'
Screamin' pimpin' pimpin', got these b trippin'
Link with London at the f Tipton
Flat nose on her, Scottie Pippin
Tattoo on her waistline, ain't no 6'9", but my s different
It get real in the field, I'm still out here catchin' bills
Do whatever for a thrill, give a f about how you feel
Man, on the real, what's the deal?
Neck on freeze, still got no chill
Pads on her knees, she pro for real
We made a movie, reel and still
Took a hit of the za
Now I'm zoned (now I'm zoned)
While she makin' me breakfast (breakfast)
In the morn' (ugh)
Watchin' Netflix, we naked
Made her moan (made her moan)
Then I hop right back on my b
And I'm gone
Truthfully, I really
I really, I don't like, nah
I Really-
Nah, it's gotta be poetic (does it?)
Yeah... nah (f it)
Aye
Aye, I went and got a set of- set of (new friends)
Aye, I went and got a new Souv (new switch)
Yeah, spending all my money on the food (new blick)
Yeah, I don't really follow none of the rules, (new b)
I don't know what the f is goin' on half the time, my spirits guiding me (yeah)
I don't know what the f is goin' on half the time, people lie to me, you know what I'm sayin'
I don't know what the f is goin' on half the time, n tryin' me
I don't know what the f is goin' on, but I know who I'm tryna be
I'm tryna find the vibes on the thottery
F s and she sw me
Like I won the muh lottery
Wasn't born a h, but I gotta be
Yeah, I gotta be, yeah, I gotta be
Cocky n, s, I oughta be
Callin' all the f audibles
Stick 'em up like a robbery
It get real in the field, I'm still out here catchin' bills
Do whatever for a thrill, give a f about how you feel
Man, on the real, what's the deal
Neck on freeze, still got no chill
Pads on her knees, she pro for real
We made a movie, reel and still
Finding orchids so rare
The secret streets winding through the hills
Scent of clove in the air
Every night a new place
But the same face
Always calling you
Always calling you
I just let the spirits guide me, hmm
N tried to try me, I just let the p divide 'em
Hmm, yeah
Ain't no peace inside me (nah)
But I pull up at the West End, I got a freak beside me
Houston hottie, she been used to ridin'
'Cause my new medallion probably worth a thousand and a couple tickets
Eenie meenie, yeah, you know they pickin'
Henny bottle, yeah, you know I'm sippin'
Screamin' pimpin' pimpin', got these b trippin'
Link with London at the f Tipton
Flat nose on her, Scottie Pippin
Tattoo on her waistline, ain't no 6'9", but my s different
It get real in the field, I'm still out here catchin' bills
Do whatever for a thrill, give a f about how you feel
Man, on the real, what's the deal?
Neck on freeze, still got no chill
Pads on her knees, she pro for real
We made a movie, reel and still
Took a hit of the za
Now I'm zoned (now I'm zoned)
While she makin' me breakfast (breakfast)
In the morn' (ugh)
Watchin' Netflix, we naked
Made her moan (made her moan)
Then I hop right back on my b
And I'm gone
Truthfully, I really
I really, I don't like, nah
I Really-
Nah, it's gotta be poetic (does it?)
Yeah... nah (f it)
Aye
Aye, I went and got a set of- set of (new friends)
Aye, I went and got a new Souv (new switch)
Yeah, spending all my money on the food (new blick)
Yeah, I don't really follow none of the rules, (new b)
I don't know what the f is goin' on half the time, my spirits guiding me (yeah)
I don't know what the f is goin' on half the time, people lie to me, you know what I'm sayin'
I don't know what the f is goin' on half the time, n tryin' me
I don't know what the f is goin' on, but I know who I'm tryna be
I'm tryna find the vibes on the thottery
F s and she sw me
Like I won the muh lottery
Wasn't born a h, but I gotta be
Yeah, I gotta be, yeah, I gotta be
Cocky n, s, I oughta be
Callin' all the f audibles
Stick 'em up like a robbery
It get real in the field, I'm still out here catchin' bills
Do whatever for a thrill, give a f about how you feel
Man, on the real, what's the deal
Neck on freeze, still got no chill
Pads on her knees, she pro for real
We made a movie, reel and still
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Writer(s): Treylen Clay, Alexander Powell, Jaylen Foskey
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