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She said, Sof, oh you a icy boy, I swear that neck was frozen over
She said, Sof, oh you a icy boy, I swear that neck was frozen over
What did she say?
She said, what?
She said, Sof, oh you a icy boy, I swear that neck was frozen over
She said, Sof, I love you still", I bet my luck on four-leaf clovers
Said her man still ask about me, mad that I be getting over
Mad it's Mr. Nice Watch and they see my wrist is filled with boulders
I been on my own, but I ain't mad because I'm getting older
Told me that she love me still, I told her I can't take her nowhere
Heard he getting mad, he in my crosshairs while I'm getting loaded
Sof you need a chill, it's just the intro, you need more composure
Sof you in that Honda still, I swear I saw you in it swerving
Who that chick you had up in the whip, I swear she looking nervous
Put that blicky way up in the sky, it's like I'm needing service
Heard he need a heater, but it's cool because I keep a furnace
Heard that she like Curry, so I know that she pop 30's
Scary at the top, I just don't know, I'm never worried
I can't tell you that I love you, I don't know my feelings buried
Only tell you that I need you, if I swear I'm in a hurry
And these boys just rat like Stewart and I swear they getting scary
I can't give up on my brothers, that's why I'm always preparing
I keep 12 off here like Aaron, too expensive like McLaren
Not too bougie, still shop clearance, two for toolies we not sharing
She said, Sof, oh you a icy boy, I swear that neck was frozen over
She said, Sof, I love you still, I bet my luck on four-leaf clovers
Said her man still ask about me, mad that I be getting over
Mad it's Mr. Nice Watch and they see my wrist is filled with boulders
She said, Sof, oh you a icy boy, I swear that neck was frozen over
She said, Sof, oh you a icy boy, I swear that neck was frozen over
She said, Sof, oh you a icy boy, I swear that neck was frozen over
She said, Sof, oh you a icy boy, I swear that neck was frozen over
She said, Sof, oh you a icy boy, I swear that neck was frozen over
She said, Sof I love you still, I bet my luck on four-leaf clovers
Said her man still ask about me, mad that I be getting over
Mad it's Mr. Nice Watch and they see my wrist is filled with boulders
I been on my own, but I ain't mad because I'm getting older
Told me that she love me still, I told her I can't take her nowhere
Heard he getting mad, he in my crosshairs while I'm getting loaded
Sof you need a chill, it's just the intro, you need more composure