Lyrics:
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Jamaica yes i hear you calling come back home back home
Jamaica yes i hear you calling me back home back home
Southfield Top Hill Tryall Bullsav
You know I thought that we'd maybe do this
But I can't pretend I wasn't clueless
After goodbye from Southfields on a rainy afternoon
You'll ask and I'll
been climbin' fly me to all about
Where you at? I been here for years "Come On"
Every little body let Southfield know
I'm guilty come on I'm guilty
and we will help you fix them ugly scores
Call Southfield & Moore for a free consultation and don't end up like my lazy nephew
I was knock, knockin'
Yeah
Wallahi G
SOUTHFIELD Shit Nigga
Yeah
I ain't coming to yo shows
I ain't coming to the Yo
I ain't coming to the Doe
Fuck on !
I keep it coming
a creepin', creepin'
Yeah, we chillin' on the weekend
Just chillin' on the weekend
We can watch a whole season of Southfield and Friends
While I watch
Like a waterfall in slow motion (Alright)
Like a map with no ocean
(Bei Maejor, Southfield, Elzhi & McFly)
I'm still tryna to do it big for my home
ball wit' Lil Baby
Born in '97 my bitch from the 80s (woo)
She drive a young nigga crazy
I'm from Detroit between Evergreen and Southfield Road (we
to my doors, 16 go to brook
Check Drew, go from I first bun a zoot
Southfield chicks off, get a bike and its got
Toby field getting chased and we off
thinking amber alert or somethin', ay
When them shots go off, let's see who doing the running
Once the cops on Southfield, hit Schoolcrab doing a hundred
"Fuckin' with my uncle gon' make this shit double" (get money)
I got clientele that stretch from Southfield down to Hudson (I'm on)
I'm young, but ain't
the feeling"
[C.Gee] Word up, 4-3 Mission posse in effect
"You've got the feeling"
To my man Tim Southfield
? my next door neighbor
Hollywood House
pack pistols on that block boy tip
Boldy McNichols on some Lodge boy shit
Six Mile, Brick Mile, Southfield Freeway
I'm in that brick house on Archdale
(ride) Oak Park, niggas (ride)
Up and down, Ten up and down, Eleven (we ride)
Southfield, niggas (this is how we)
In the D every day is violent, it's
I should've known when you stop picking up my calls
I should've known when I couldn't reach none of my dawgs
Riding up Southfield and I'm doing
building
I'm not a outfielder
But Nigga I'm Southfield-ing
Bitch!
Bars sounding like I'm from the country side
Pull up nofi's got my tank feeling all empty
the fucking family you'd be a different you
From the Southfield that's where I landed
I got no time if I'm against it
If you hear the clock you hear it tick
got plans
Not afraid to get it poppin
Out in SOUTHFIELD I'm the man, ya dig?
Live or die by the shot
I been trying to win
Got me dying a lot
I been
I'm pressed
Message I sent
My cologne got me kissin her neck
We never met
It's the Southfield Sicko
Sliding through yo town with a
Pot filled zippo
Buy
single moms are something else when loosened up, pre-game run
(Pre-game run)
90 onna Southfield after dark we got the speakers loud
Airing out from side
nappy headed Niggas they steady dissing yea we gone catch em right on Dixie leaving Southfield we gone split dat pussy wig
(we gone split dat Nigga wig)
dem lo-fi songs
He got no jewelry on
He must be from Southfield
Lie bout the D in dem songs
What he be on i know
His brain cluttered from the fog
and tryed to _Mack with the hoochies my mother
Came to pick us up we riding Back in the hoopty
Murder Mac joy and Southfield with the shifty peeps
Were even
in me
Westside all in me
Southfield all in me
That's family
Easthaven all in me
Going twenty five deep to the
State fair hands up if
You're with me
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