Rico G - Souffle Lyrics
3:47 feelin like some sort of reverendwonderin what would of happenedif my aborted developedI just want my dogs to have hella spots like Cruela’sThose de’vils and those reserve notes that other government cheddarI’m a king before I’m gone imma need a queen or a CorettaAnd I promise to get it moist before I stick like an envelopewith a prenup in this ***** just in case it’s all a set upWe’re analog time to infants these mother *****ers can’t tell usCuz We aint tighten our belt up and some of my niggas sell drugs thatWe fail and fail forever and we can fall and help ourselves upBut these are thoughts of a fighterRight now can’t find my lighter so I lit this with my writtenAnd wondered can I get highermy fantasies manifest in the forms of the stacks and checksAnd them women with perfect breastsAnd I’m callin them boom box batteriesYou know D’s come in setsCrack a smile for the Day-Days money was funny as Mike EppsThat shit made it hard to restMy told me to get paidTouchéJust make hitsBoucherJust to rise, that souffléWhen I die, no bouquetWhat the *****, on her brainTell that ***** to behaveNo do-ragit’s that new wave (x3)I’m lovin life at the momentIt burn just right when I roll itImagine this nigga riding slow through Oakland in a Lotus& Smoking some flower bomb where cops love to meet their quotabut I be easy, keep my j low, my j lo, Jennifer LopezHit that store on the cornerCheap liq and generic sodaWhere without notice them stray bullets lifted that infant’s soul upSo we tryin to move on upTrying to get my dough upTill my pockets get sent to fat campFor some man they blow upThat platinum or Whoopi Gold32s Irving Magicshe get her Cookie ondon’t pick them scabs that should growthen baby maybe we can growlike natural fros in ‘74I’m dolomite to them socialitesmake them lie through their overbite***** I know you came to ***** cuz you brought bags to stay overnightthat’s common sense like Chicago rapif Jesus had a Twitter, I wonder who he would follow backrandom thought tilt that bottle backbut watch yourself most hate is thrownbehind your back like a Rondo passGet paidTouchéJust make hitsBoucherJust to rise, that souffléWhen I die, no bouquetWhat the *****, on her brainTell that ***** to behaveNo do-ragit’s that new wave (x3)(X2)
