South America

[Hook 1]
Pretty girl from South America
All she ever do is hold me down
Riding through the streets like we run the town
She keeps it 100 when I'm not around
It's little things that you do
That's got me tripping over you
Girl, I really hate when you're not around
Feeling like you're giving me a run-around

[Hook 2: TE dness]
Girl, I ain't ever been to your state
And you ain't ever been to an estate
You think it's funny when you call me your mate
But girl, I'm trying to be more than your mate
Imma make a cuppa tea, tell me how does that taste
I run you through the streets, girl, you know it's my place
I let you meet the team, Imma let you see the dream
Meet me at the finish line when I make your heart race

[Verse 1: TE dness]
Ay, I keep the talk to a minimal when I chill with you
I steal your heart like a criminal, girl, I'm feeling you
I'm going places but shorty, I'm tryna stick with you
Girl, I've moved enough, from the bottom right to the pinnacle
Interview in the morning, I make a wish for you
I wish you luck like shorty, go give 'em hell
Before one of you do, I bet you she handle bell
And take the code to the grave, I bet you she never tell

Uh, good in your pops' eyes, flex like Popeye
Baby, please, get with it, weed, green, that's spinach
All of my jeans is fitted, all my sneaks is different
I see the dreams so vivid and the scene so different
Tryna get across seas but when they try they sink
But try my wave when they get a highway glimpse
Got the Kush blowing, only time I play stink
My nigga with Nicki, shorty, every Friday's pink

[Hook 1]
Pretty girl from South America
All she ever do is hold me down
Riding through the streets like we run the town
She keeps it 100 when I'm not around
It's little things that you do
That's got me tripping over you
Girl, I really hate when you're not around
Feeling like you're giving me a run-around

[Hook 2: TE dness]
Girl, I ain't ever been to your state
And you ain't ever been to an estate
You think it's funny when you call me your mate
But girl, I'm trying to be more than your mate
Imma make a cuppa tea, tell me how does that taste
I run you through the streets, girl, you know it's my place
I let you meet the team, Imma let you see the dream
Meet me at the finish line when I make your heart race

[Verse 2: E. Mak]
That little lady looking fresh out of America, she always swagging
Fly in a flight where she won't leave me hanging
She thought that London boys was all about shot and Hackett
Dem boy there tried to hit the block and shot but couldn't hack it
I do not bad mouth, you see that they can not manage
They find a deep hole but then they can't front the balance
I'm on a tight rope losing my balance, could you help me to manage
She turn up in the club and don't do packet

Hit the caff and smoke shisha
I showed her old school tunes like "I Don't Smoke Da Reefa"
She don't understand how I flex in my Nike cap
But she looking in my eyes like, I like that
And you know me, I'm confident, I look right back
Just like that, like
Girl, I appreciate you, I've been busy, I'll get right back
You better pick up fast, I am not a sideman

Ring, ring, she call me Papi like a señorita fresh out the Bronx
In low Js, that's why I call her Jenny from the block
She hustle hard, she never had a penny in her pot
Now she give pounds to her mumma and pennies to her pops
I love how you make it look so effortless and still do a lot
Girl, it's we who run this block here and I swear to Bogs
Keep it one-double-o, had your funds running low
Now you up, girly, don't ever stop

[Hook 1]
Pretty girl from South America
All she ever do is hold me down
Riding through the streets like we run the town
She keeps it 100 when I'm not around
It's little things that you do
That's got me tripping over you
Girl, I really hate when you're not around
Feeling like you're giving me a run-around