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Eyes low I can't blink though
Mix another drink tho
Like it we gon' link hoe

Hundred deep I'ma put em in the sky
Gotta get it in every other night 
I

And the niggas wanna block
When I'm balling in the mix
With BJ and Shay
Throwing up the South Klique

South Klique is what we claim
And niggas you know the name
We

South's on My Mind

Crooked Lettaz

Grey Skies

1999

done came and left
I'm by myself, with your traces 
And my yard you know it's hard, mentally-scarred
Brain-barred little cousin Joe, I done seen

the devil will still try
He sending big Snitches wearing lil' wires
Hops in the mix and tries to poison you with his ill mind
I’m finna decimate all

Mr. Browns
Thick bitch with some lil'-ass tits, all my bitches brown
I'm done wonderin' if it's smoke, nigga, I'm just gon' gun you down
Nigga, kill

cess to endo, fill it up with petro
Fixing on my lego, let go of my ego
Get in with my little bro, getting up when the rooster blow

[Lil Flip]
I

healin was a killin, it's a feelin you feelin
When I'm chillin on ben lows and sisters and brothers
I wear hats and pack gats the same color as my L's
I

again and again, yeah, my money be agin'
Now I don't want nothin' basic
I mix the Virgil with Louis, it's people that's hatin' (yeah)
I be low-key when

Up to speed slowly
On the low key, Kindles is phony D
Taste stale
See the world in shades of gray-scale
Right there in black and white
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