SOUL Lyrics

She lookin real pretty

She lookin real pretty

Her brain real shitty

Her brain real shity yeah

I want all that

But it makes a hoe think that she all that

I was rollin yesterday uh

I don't go for three's is only lay ups

Poppin Molly percocets for the flavour

Want it all fendi, prada

Do it all the water

She was tryna cheat but I caught her

Always treat my bitch like my daughter

I can see her in my dreams yuh

And when I'm sippin on this lean yuh

Girl I know I'm in the wrong

But I won't admit I'm wrong

Man I woke up in a maybach

And I keep my bitch to lay back

Yeah you know we got the room

She get loud in the room

Bitch I'm locked in

Don't invest in women cut yo losses

Champagne bottles I be poppin

Boy you finna know when I drop in

Got a petty face wit no makeup

Don't tell me a story you done made up

I don't want yo fuckin weed that's a fake blunt