Soul Lyrics

Ayy, ain't in touch with his life

Nah, he ain't in touch with it

Yeah, ain't in touch with his life Dead Mac pro

Chop make him swim, I ain't talkin' bout backstroke

Popped like a pic through his head full of naps

He sleeping peacefully, I'ma let this ass nap

Wide body kit on the cat

While my bitch in the back

While she play with her cat, Dr Suess

I relax his existence it's not a masseuse

Shit ain't connect, so I gave her the boost

If it's me or her nigga, who you think she gon' choose?

Don't fuck with a joke or the riddle like Bruce

They know that she Cravvee me on Monday

Have your bitch stuck like I'm plunging

Splitting his wig like a sundae

Trap stay kickin' and jumpin'

I get the green like Jumanji

Five nights with Cravvee like I'm Bonnie

I stay with twins like I'm Johnny

They pissed I'm coaching like Monty

Cut off the box, Steve Harvey

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Fuckin with

Cravvee O'Malley

High school coach, I'm needin' some bodies

If I wet the Pacific, the Block like the body

This huntin' season, I ain't leavin' a body

Get dropped from emojis, I ain't sendin' a body

You want a free soul, so I'm takin' your body

Turned to a veggie, I aim for your body

Now you on a shirt, cause I banged on your body

Bitch, uh, 250 fly on the speedway

Yeah, you ain't content and they hand me torch I blow to the end like a relay

Yeah Airborne opps, slide like it's D-Day

She play with her p***y, I put it on screenplay

I'm sendin' his momma to church on a weekday

Two airbending bitches, I want me a three-way

Gang bitch