Maserati Vic - Soul Searching

Ooh I like this
Aye, yea turn this up a little bit
I think I could do somethin to this
Yea, ok
Searching for souls never gets old
I'm not like that
Truth be told I'm no hoe
I'm not like that
Yea
Sum Sum I'm gone wife that
Yea, aye, yea yea
We gonna work with this one
Run that back
Run that back one time
Searching for souls (Yea)
Never get sold (Nah)
I'm just like that (Yea)
Truth be told
I'm no hoe
I'm not like that (Nope)
Never fold
On my Grind
Cause I like that (Cause I like that)
Girl you Hot
I can't stop
I'ma wife that (I'ma wife that)
(Skirt, Skirt, Yea)
Look what I done turned into (What)
A monster (Dang)
Electrifying when I peek at you (Pikachu)
Sorry? (Uh)
I'm not sorry
Don't get me confused (Don't do that)
Ferrari? (Nope)
No Maserati (Skirt, skirt, skirt)
Levante Sky blue (Yea)
Vroom
I'm on a mission
Get rid of these niggas
Then get back to you (Get back to you)
These women exist
They may be cute
But nothin compares to you (Nope never)
Remember that time
We met at the store
You laughed (Ha)
I knew it was you (Yea)
Then your gangster came out
You sounded Jamaican
Girl I thought it was cute (That's real cute)
You handlin biz
I know you want kids yeah
And I want a few (I want a few)
So stop all that playin
Cause I'm on the way (Yea)
When I show up thats Proof (Yea)
I am the Soul
Stop Searching (Stop)
Start planning out what we gone do (Mhm)
They don't understand you (Nah)
They don't plan to (Nah)
They wanna put you to use (Yea)
Searching for souls (Yea)
Never get sold (Nah)
I'm just like that (Yea)
Truth be told
I'm no hoe
I'm not like that (Nope)
Never fold
On my Grind
Cause I like that (Cause I like that)
Girl you Hot
I can't stop
I'ma wife that (I'ma wife that)
Searching for souls (Yea)
Never get sold (Nah)
I'm just like that (Yea)
Truth be told
I'm no hoe
I'm not like that (Nope)
Never fold
On my Grind
Cause I like that (Cause I like that)
Girl you Hot
I can't stop
I'ma wife that (I'ma wife that)
A truce (Who)
A noose (What)
A goose (Gold)
An egg? (Dead)
Ain't no fear in me nigga (Nah)
When you was a kid
You was dropped on your head (Must have been)
I'm facing the facts (What)
My face should be on the bills (Why)
Cause its easy to talk about thing I got
Like I got a mil
(Ha ha ha) For Real? (Nigga you stupid)
Let me stop all that Cappin (For real)
I'm not even known for rappin (Nah)
But playin, the drums, and praising the Lord, and clappin (Hallelujah)
I see you tappin (Yea)
I know the beat got you captured (Yea)
Tickle the keys like Glasper (Jazz)
Praising the Lord a pastor (Spazz)
I don't like to preach (Nope)
Cause preaching ain't real enough (Ok)
A piece of dirt (Uh) calling me dirty (Uh)
We both in the mud tough (Uh)
Grew up in the country, rough (rough)
Grew up with the sticks
Dirt on my kicks
45 cent for lunch (Ok)
I run it
Then back to the crib (Yea, yea)
Searching for souls (Yea)
Never get sold (Nah)
I'm just like that (Yea)
Truth be told
I'm no hoe
I'm not like that (Nope)
Never fold
On my Grind
Cause I like that (Cause I like that)
Girl you Hot
I can't stop
I'ma wife that (I'ma wife that)
Searching for souls (Yea)
Never get sold (Nah)
I'm just like that (Yea)
Truth be told
I'm no hoe
I'm not like that (Nope)
Never fold
On my Grind
Cause I like that (Cause I like that)
Girl you Hot
I can't stop
I'ma wife that (I'ma wife that)
VicTheTruth Own This
(What up Fam?)

Written by:
Victor Brewton

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