Lyrics.com »
Search results for 'south by f stop' Page #3
Yee yee! We've found 6,275 lyrics and 110 artists matching south by f stop.
Artists:
Lyrics:
Your a fuck boy stop that noise Capping on songs just like a bitch Stop talking before you get hit Coming down south chasing clout We put you in
Until she started sniffing P Streets love me but I’m hated by the MPD Multimillion dreams but I have Nightmares of the F-E-D's (God damn) Lord please have
Fuckin yo bitch in the South Lot I slide it in with a slot shot She grab on my piece it go dot dot dot Big bois back and we never stop Fuckin yo
dog When I'm with the big guy Up in the blue sky Yeah hand me a brew-ski Just chilling I'm just trying get by Yeah I haven't eaten since yesterday I
carpet on y'all bitch asses. Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay. Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family. Recognize royalty when you
(tell 'em) I'm sick of y'all fake Timbaland beat bitin', you know what I'm sayin' I'ma bring it to y'all like this By all means necessary You might
to the club I'll make it rain ("money") In California n****s die ("for the money") From the South to New York, them bullets fly for the ("money") Don't stop
bells, bitch, buzz me in (bzz) And I only stop for pedestrians (oh) Or a real, real bad lesbian Hit 'em with the MAC, hit 'em with the TEC-9 Hit 'em
1 we can slide out F*cking by 2 it’s a ride out In a Bally I ain’t from the 9 now If you’re gonna ride take time now Acting brand new like the price
the red carpet on y'all bitch asses Hailing from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay Ludacris, Disturbin' Tha Peace family Recognize royalty
by a bald man In a blue jumpsuit With a super yacht On route to the moon We are the ones Putting fuel in his rockets Filling boxes While he fills up
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
who saved hip hop Say hello to the man who saved hip hop They say the game f***** up and the records ain't sellin' It was bad in 06' gettin' worse
ever get caught by the ZK Then ski u gotta dash like Sonic All that chat in the net just stop it you can get hit with a pocket rocket Wanna see his
I'm finna' go up... I'm finna' go up on these ni**as Made it this far, f*ck would I stop for? Whippin' a foreign, dodging the potholes Yeah that's
(tell 'em) I'm sick of y'all fake Timbaland beat bitin', you know what I'm sayin' I'ma bring it to y'all like this By all means necessary You might
they holding me down But I'm ready to climb, slowed down whoa now You can learn by f***ing with us, cause I'ma swell up Your face and detach your jaw,
the steps up Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest I had to break free, police on me and they F-B's Yelling "I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze"
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
know it's me This is "My Philosophy," many artists got to learn I'm not flammable, I don't burn So please stop burning, and learn to earn respect
no love, you should stop Yeah you should stop Eish Bitch I come from the South I'm stil holding it down I'm still out roaming the block I still got
what Bein' swallowed by them city lights Ball till I'm benched then I put it on the pimp f&f u-p ugk fo' life [Chorus]
[South Park Mexican] Stop at the store make my bitch pump the gas And when we get home bitch you fitting to cut my grass In my cutlass, 1982 My baby
And speaking' 'bout cops, you n****z better stop quelling And if I get knocked, I'll make bread on your head by the million Crawl up the ladder tattle tattle be
Discuss these south by f stop Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In