His Groovy Opulence Lyrics

Charles Olivera

Ooo, ahh

Relax, relax

Jus breathe

Dis prime

Energy

Relax, it's Dad

You good, na I mean it you good

Look good, look great

Bad as fuck, body cake

A one, mind the sun, golden hour

Freaky bih, wholesome shower, saucy twin

Mmm mhm ok replay my win

I lick my wounds right now and then

Back then, I smoked bowls on my ten

Now I got ten on dem boys again

Make bets, say less, I sin way less

Don't feel no stress, I won I guess

Dis opulence, parking lot pimpin

Take da hint luh bih

He heaven sent, his natural odor

Tiger scent, or Lion's breath

Don't feel no threat, can't feel a thing

Unless I'm sucked up

Sign petitions, spread tradition

Get the fuck up, Dis dat slugger

Money tucking muthafucka

Groovy bishes, round these beaches

Gimme kisses, soft and citrus

Mean good bidness, boss like C.D.

Head on Tiki (good head, good head)

Mmm, dis dat Kiki, dis dat

Dis dat Kiki

Ass on peachy

Study Nietzche

Pour dat Tea cup

Lavender and chamomile

Grip that flesh

Dat natural feel

Dat, natural high

Mmmm dis fye

You feel me

Jus vibes n' shit

Look, ay

Dis opulence mix wit her body scent

Cinnamon, good cat butterfly back tat needed dat discipline

Three spanking minimum, playboy curriculum, alien

Iconic artist, don't call me a citizen

Mo' like the overlord

Coming over by the time that you coming we over board, sailing the ocean

Thick thighs get the oil

No really

I'm Billy like Boyo

Don't play wit my food

Ima killer, and hunter by different degrees

Belligerent thieves, taboo on my sleeves

Airport wit shorty

I'm sipping wit shorty

We lit and recording

Us up on the stall

Mile high club

Over Belize wit you flat on my tongue

I gotta ball bounce dat ass, make you cum

Shit

Mmm mhm ok replay my win

I lick my wounds right now and then

Back then, I smoked bowls on my ten

Now I got ten on dem Boys again

Make bets, say less, I sin way less

Don't feel no stress, I won I guess

Dis Opulence, parking lot pimpin

Take da hint luh bih

He heaven sent, his natural odor

Tiger scent, or Lion's breath

Don't feel no threat, can't feel a thing

Unless I'm sucked up

Sign petitions, spread tradition

Get the fuck up, Dis dat slugger

Money tucking muthafucka

Groovy bishes, round these beaches

Gimme kisses, soft and citrus

Mean good bidness, boss like C.D.

Head on Tiki (good head, good head)

Mm

Dis dat Kiki, dis dat

Dis dat Kiki

Ass on peachy

Study Nietzche

Pour dat Tea cup

Lavender and chamomile

Grip that flesh

Dat natural feel

Dat, natural high