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y'all want us to fall, and hit the wall
it'll only take a minute, an see I gets the bomb tree
Beats By the Pound shit, it sound sick, rolex, and baguettes

we can take another pic
Surrounded by professional bitches
Why his fans be at my show trying sneak a pictures
At the show performing I don't really

thick in the thighs, and I know you want it
Hoes hatin and plottin they scream by the way I flaunt it
Doing my thing how I want is how I represent it
Me

They really gonna hate the fact that I'm the best in town
It's about to go down
Saved him from the traphouse
Move him back out south
Oh yes I'm stalking

I'm headed eighty five south bound with my loud mouth
And I'm burning loud sounds when you bumping my foul mouth
I bring the whole crowd out when my

Youngin' tryna' get it everyday
All gas no brakes (All gas, no)
I ain't slowin' down, no way
I ain't slowin' down, no way, nope
Aye, trust be hard to come by

I'm 2 smart, more heart, plus I'm 2 clever
Add it all together that's pressure 4ever
A little dark around the edges, South Cak vignette
In the city

hold your self down you don't let no shit slide
Skin so smooth, and sun-kissed
Got your back, you're my rib
Dreaming `bout your hair flowing by the shore

a baddie with some old ways
I'm tryna get her ass off of that cocaine
She tryna blame her sins all on the dope game
I'm south side of the city with a new

64 east to 95 south
Drink from our river
But still run your mouth

64 west to 95 north
Looking for a problem
'Cause you're fucking bored

We all want

feels so good in my hood tonight
The summertime skirts and the guys in kani
All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by
You gotta get your groove on,

with you I could sail from south to south
Crashing into years as days go by
A good conversation can calm the tide

Loving all the wrinkles that are not

I storm down the whole town.
Sitting if it goes south,
believe me, I'm pro-
-found. Slow down, Slow down,
this a show now. I'm 
living the best that I

Koopa it's been a minute fool,
but the streets of the South say they feeling you
Tell me what you wanna know, and I can lyrically give you a interview

hard to beat

As the stranger knew then the toughest two by far were where he sat

Was a pot belly fellow from south Alabama and a dude in a black felt

Little bird's aquatic
Lives by beach
I don't ruffle feathers 
I fish with my beak

And I just want a flock of my own
All my friends flew south and left me

Don't give fuck 
Who be out
The time ticking on yo ass
Yu ain't ain't ready 
To go south 
The pen right in yo face
So ain't no need to be flaw
The time

All the way back when the south ruled this shit
NY barely won like the past year Knicks
Stay chill I'mma God you can call me Buddha
But I still shoot

There Hating, Not
Knowing That Every Dime I Make Is Earned, Every Rhyme I Make Is
Learned, By Niggas That's Tryin To Listen In, Stepping In Your Face
Just

the sun
Follow the sound
Dressed in red
Caught by a thread
Deeper than dead
Stars in the bed
Breathing instead
Breathing in
We have wondered our minds

Here comes that boat floating down the river

The south bound channel on the west side

It looks like the captain's pulling over

And I'm bound

I'm from the North
So I dip down 45
I might just exit 59
Thinking about flossing through the South
These niggas talking about a drought
But All my

the south when we was n south trapping 
Pistol for the action we was tryna make it happen
I remember back when I was broke and wasn't having 
Made something

the south
They just finna blow dough
Fuck Winnies on Tuesday
Ran into my prom date
Cashing out like payday
Go apeshit like Beyonce
Bitch I'm sneaking
Hiding