SOCO

By TYSM

Released on February 13, 2018

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[Intro]

I'm that southern comfort

I'm that southern comfort


[Chorus]

I'm that southern comfort, could be your lucky number

Do it better than these city bitches

No cheap shit, I'm double digits

Runs so like no other, could be your bread and butter

Stick with me, I'll be your plugger

I'm that southern comfort


[Verse 1]

I go down, smoother than a thousand count

Watch me, boy

Yeah, while I make that ice melt

Got you on your knees, hotter than the bible belt

“Yes please”, use my manners like a southern belle

Like thе way you taste, lips like cinnamon

On the homе plate, but you wanna hit again

I'm not throwing shade, I'm brighter than the sun

Keep you coming, show you how the worst is fun


[Chorus]

I'm that southern comfort, could be your lucky number

Do it better than these city bitches

No cheap shit, I'm double digits

Runs so like no other, could be your bread and butter

Stick with me, I'll be your plugger

I'm that southern comfort


[Post-Chorus]

I'm that southern comfort


[Verse 2]

I'm something you ain’t never had before

Got you all up in my hands like a manicure

Whisky talk, sweeter, better than a sugar dime

I'mma look brighter, I'mma kiss you right through the floor

Oh, right through the floor

(I'm that southern comfort)

Kiss you right through the floor

(I'm that southern comfort)


[Chorus]

I'm that southern comfort, could be your lucky number

Do it better than these city bitches

No cheap shit, I'm double digits

Runs so like no other, could be your bread and butter

Stick with me, I'll be your plugger

I'm that southern comfort


[Post-Chorus]

I'm that southern comfort

I'm that southern comfort

I'm that southern comfort

I'm that southern comfort


[Outro]

Comfort, comfort

Comfort, comfort

Comfort, comfort

Comfort

I'm that southern comfort