Soul food

[Intro: Burgundy]
Oh my darling
Tell me what is really going on...
Yeah

[Hook: Burgundy]
Momma told me not to talk to strangers life is tough
I put syrup in my Coca-Cola, dude it's gon be woah
Imma hit it like Serena Williams
Fuck you dirty, what?
I like your girl, Imma walk up tough
I don’t hold back, Imma say you what I want like whoa

[Post Hook: Burgundy]
Comment tu t'apelle
Je m'apelle ’Can I fuck you in the rear'
Come on little mama, I'm just playing
Ever took hmm from a black man
He a black player, playing blackjack
Whole squad got my back like a napsac. Goddamn
Blowing on the loud pack
And that's back to back
Now chill back relax
You act shady
Niggas get the aftermath
Need to get back to rap and that's that
That's facts
More facts

[Femi Kuti sample]
“… so it was good while it lasted. Now you'll ask “why did the marriage break up?”. Now, the marriage broke up because she did not listen to what I told her from day one - I will not change. I love women. I love women around me, and I cannot be faithful. You see, no matter how I try, I know I cannot be faithful so I don't deceive myself. Now, it is wrong for me to deceive my partner that… ah, if another woman - and a gorgeous girl comes into this room now I will do eh, eh oh God, eh I will, ah…”

[Verse: 808Vic]
Momma told me not to talk to strangers
Don’t go catching feelings boy it’s dangerous, woah
Keep your damn head in them pages
Or you gon end up in them cages yeah
You gotta go through the stages
If you wanna get that Mercedes
Right now I'm bff’s with the pavement (walk nigga)
But still Imma get that Mercedes
Two times, two times (two times two times)
Damn I gotta say it twice, shit
Look alive, look alive
Cause we're the guys, we're the guys
We pull up in Gucci ties
(That's a lie)
We spitting the hardest lines you can find
Primark or Calvin Klein’s, can't decide
Why?
Shit I don't know

[Hook: Burgundy]
Momma told me not to talk to strangers life is tough
I put syrup in my Coca-Cola, dude it's gon be woah
Imma hit it like Serena Williams
Fuck you dirty, what?
I like your girl, Imma walk up tough
I don't hold back, Imma say you what I want like whoa

[Post Hook: Burgundy]
I'm the new Ben Carson
Yuh yuh
Smooth operator
Switching lanes like I'm Ricky Bobby
Prolly with your shawty
Best believe she on me
No you ain't my homie, no you ain't my g
I done broke the borders, I'm a Mexican
You manoeuvre Benz
I manoeuvre Uber
But got more styles than the Kama Sutra
So she let me get it
“Coochie, nice to meet ya”
Hit it, hit it like I'm Derek Jeter
Like rain rain go away
You can rain another day ye eh eh
Darling won't you stay with me
Stay, stay another day
Imma fuck your pain away ye eh eh
Darling won't you stay with me
Whoa whoa by the way, can we yabadabadoo hoo hoo?
Darling won't you stay with my
Stay stay another day, can we yabadabadoo hoo hoo?
Darling won't you stay with me. Soul food