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Souffle
292
Hip-Hop/Rap
Souffle was released on January 29, 2021 by ScimmyMusic as a part of the album Souffle - Single
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Release DateJanuary 29, 2021
LabelScimmyMusic
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM111

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
TrippythaKid
TrippythaKid
Songwriter
Troy Shaver
Troy Shaver
Songwriter

Lyrics

It's cxldwater baby
"I've fallen and I can't get up"
She gon' eat it up like a soufflé
Baby, I be balling like it's 2K
I'm just pulling up in a two-door (Okay)
Dude better step outta the dude's way (Skrrt)
Bottle I be sippin' gimme mood swings
I just a hunnid and you loose change
Married to the money, I swear goddamn
All you bitches to the back catch a bouquet
Yeah, okay
Scimmy baby, sharper like a sword
Pick up a bitch in my truck like a Ford
I'm fitting the shit you cannot afford
And they wanted a hit, so I brought them a storm, uh
Keep it simple, maybe I just been ready to ball (Ball)
In my city wit' a bag and a baby to call (Call)
Honestly I just been aiming, they ready to fall
I'm steady when I cut like machetes and spaghetti with sauce
Drip to my feet like an IV, I come to your town drinking Hi-C
That just means I got the juice and you stupid
And you can get juked if you really don't like me
Socially distant, it make sense why all of you rappers are always like ten feet behind me
If you catch up, you can have it
I stay with the baddest, the magic came out like Hermoine (Pah)
She gon' eat it up like a soufflé
Baby, I be balling like it's 2K
I'm just pulling up in a two-door (Okay)
Dude better step outta the dude's way (Skrr)
Bottle I be sippin' gimme mood swings
I just a hunnid and you loose change
Married to the money, I swear goddamn
All you bitches to the back catch a bouquet
Yuh, drippin', I'm sippin' up on a Fiji, uh (Uh)
People are never gonna believe me, uh
Smoking on the green like Luigi
They need me, so I spell it out like a ouiji
Bored all day, can't afford all things
But I'm stacking all my paper like I work at Dunder Mifflin
In my own league like I'm fucking Cal Ripken
Picking at the trees with this money that I'm getting
Don't make a sound, get down, get loud like, "Shh"
Everybody sit down, hit loud like, "Ahh"
Smoke a fucking pound in my town, want me gone right now
But I'm not right now like, "Woah"
Nothing's gonna stop big Trippy, stop tripping
Lil' bitches keep talking, I get it
I get this bread, this bacon I'm cooking
I'm cheffing let's make it
I'm eating all good motherfucker
She gon' eat it up like a soufflé
Baby, I be balling like it's 2K
I'm just pulling up in a two-door (Okay)
Dude better step outta the dude's way (Skrrt)
Bottle I be sippin' gimme mood swings
I just a hunnid and you loose change
Married to the money, I swear goddamn
All you bitches to the back catch a bouquet
Written by: Trippy tha Kid, Troy Shaver
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