[Lyric] SOCO (TYSM)

[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