Future SOUTH OF FRANCE Remix Lyrics, Future ft Travis Scott SOUTH OF FRANCE Remix Lyrics

Pluto

South of France, just drinkin’ mud, ****
No matter how rich I get, I still feel like a hood ****, Pluto
Call back to the city, **** flyin’
Posted on Front Street, start servin’ ****
On the way to buy a square, re-rock, a ****
I was in lil’ Mexico, once upon a time
I started off in these streets, young **** dyin’
I done seen a **** get what’s supposed to come to him
You catch a **** off guard, you better run through him
All the good I manifested came true
Gotta talk about my dark days so you can see my light
Get distracted lookin’ at the ice, send the European on flights
Try flyin’ in my rifle, all the foreigns came with a title
Somе **** a **** would’ve killed for, same things don’t excite us
New level, life from a whole ‘nother perspective
The trenches look a little different when you in the inside of the Spectre
The stars came in the door, that’s how I know this one is special
Some things I can’t rap about, wish I knew this was my destiny

South of France, just drinkin’ mud, ****
No matter how rich I get, I still feel like a hood ****
South of France, just drinkin’ mud, ****
No matter how far you go, you still gon’ find a hood ****

South of France, it ain’t no Ocean Drive
Drive
300 feet, size of the whip, you see a ocean dry
Slide
South of France to see some **** but be wet inside
Splashin’
Southside, when we pour the drink, we let the system yank
Yank
Southwest Airline, Southside plane to make a shorty plank
Plank
Told the captain find a place and empty out the tank
Okay
713 ’round the world, I think that shit my main
That’s my baby
+33 under her name +6 for all my mains, yeah
Straight up
South of France, a movie out in Cannes
Thinkin’ ’bout nights in the Mo’, I need some more again
Again
Like Big Moe again, I’m pourin’ twin in slow motion
Again
Her body, rock her body, let her touch, no holdin’ hands
Holdin’
Another 4 again at 4 a.m. with 4 of them
4 of them
They all Colombian, I’m strugglin’ to keep up with them
I really am
We crash the party, pack some bodies, like to rub it in
Spread it on ’em
We pack the yachty, FBJack the code to get ’em in
Swim
Let ’em in, yeah

Pluto
Jack
It’s lit

South of France, just drinkin’ mud, ****
No matter how rich I get, I still feel like a hood ****, Pluto
South of France, just drinkin’ mud, ****
No matter how far you go, you still gon’ find a hood ****