Lyrics:
Down South huster slangin' on dat corner stackin' dividends
Fuckin' over fiends cause my ghat is my only friend
And won't hesitate to use my
work, work (work dat, work dat)
Work me, work, work (work dat, work dat)
Work me, work, work (work dat, work dat)
Work me, do it right
Hit the floor,
Time goes by so fast man
(Yeah-yeah)
Ten years makin' hits for y'all
Still feels like we liftin' off
It's Lebron showin' off
Blisters or poets
gripping grain when I'm switching lanes
Smoking dat mary jane man I'm off the chain
Yes indeed, sippin wine and smoking hella weed
All I, all I need
Bad
work, work (work dat, work dat)
Work me, work, work (work dat, work dat)
Work me, work, work (work dat, work dat)
Work me, do it right
Hit the floor,
fit buss em wit da Pumas
How I drip
Shit I need me a clip
Bodied dat bitch
Put em in a ditch
Do dirty by my lonely, can't deal wit no snitch
Plug hit my
tightening
Mum said dat getting too violent
I just see a op right dare
Fuck
(Whoop)
He got saved by the sirens
Can’t talk loose just bussed dat case
Why you
gon ride I'm not by ya Side
Asking bout me now dey like Who Am i
I am dat southwest nigga never Changed still don't talk alot
I am product of da good
looking hella fly
Bad b's looking shy
Looking all shy and dat
So you better realise
That ima keep doing my ting just like it was Nike
Just do it fam
Breed her if she take me back
See me where you see me at
Ay, why you walk by like you ain't never see me yet
Why you do things yeah why you get me heated
fuck dat nigga bow wow
he a bitch, foreal
aye bow wow
do me a favor yu bitch
say goodbye to yur career yu pussy
yu short fuck
ya know yu done fucked
wit da game
Man I'm to serious for dis play playa's
To much bread to make
For me to fuckk all my time
On these cats dats to fake
They say
here with this thang
It's all delicious baby
[Verse 3:]
I got dat type of funk to make ya ?? scream three
Six rappaz beein hunted by a killa MC
I
tell she's a keeper man
Ain't tryna argue wit ya baby let you do you
Got me trippin like its too good to be true
My bitch been down when I wasn't shit
DON?T GET BY ME
You're TO PRONE TO TELL
BOUT THESE BODIES WE CATCHIN
DIS DOPE DAT WE SELL
You're TO WEAK MAN TO FRAIL
TO LIGHT UP IN you're BRITCHES
You
In Da Evenin Cause It's Long And Fat
Have Ya Crying Ta Ya Man Lying Dat's A Fact
Just Ta Do It All Again And Dat's No Cap
Yeah !!!
Chorus/Hook:
Good
We're Bad
We're doin' Dis N Dat
LP Big, LP Bad
LP doin' Dis N Dat
South-West Big, South-West Bad
South-West doin' Dis N Dat
Do the trumpets, Sounds like
did
Doing this shit
Into the wild like that young kid
Nobody knew I would do this
Thats probably why i go by lyric and not louis
I hada prove em wrong
When I stepped on crack dat shit ain't break my momma back once
She told me poisionin yo people bring you bad luck
I was so close to defeat but dat's
vibe
She keep that ass to the sky
Heart so cold like outside
Lost so many folks dat I can't even Cry
I just give thanks for the ones by my Side
Cross my
the way, the one by the way
I ain't trippin', I just do this shit for fun by the way
The truth by the way, the proof by the way
Mr. front up on me know I'm
Washington isn't gon' listen
To disciplined dissidents, this is the difference:
This kid is out
In New York you can be a new man
How do you write like
you at? Where you at? Where you at?
It's like dat like dat now
Do my ears deceive me, I'm confused, do they tease me
because of the man I
promise you dat
Or loose your life on purpose nigga
I'ma be back
Dat nigga don't want to see dat
I'm haunted by night stalkers to death
Rippin your click
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