Lyrics:
Down south slangin
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
[pimp c]
I got the cocaine lady, white lady, by the key
I get
in New York or down in the south
I'm out in the trap with gold in my mouth
They booked me for the clubs in the hood
Where niggas scared to go but
burnin' up, yo, can't stop my flow
I'm burnin' up, y'all can't stop my dough
I'm burnin' up, up top and down south they know
When it come to these
flow
I'm burnin' up, ya'll can't stop my dough
I'm burnin' up, up top and down south they know
When it come to these beats I don't play, yo
I get it
and the critics, think hip hop is missing
This is a lil' proof that hip hop livin'
You can hear a hip hop top now, just listen
Now see a hip hop walk out with 6
like Kunta
That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L, if you disagree
Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go just go
From a cell to livin' lavish, how realer can it get?
Turnt down that deal to save the whole clique, how triller can I get?
Hit the car lot, ain't no
spots and makin' shit hot
I'd rather flip shows instead of those
Hangin' on my livin' room wall, my first joint and it went gold
I wanna lamp, I wanna
around? Smiley: NO!
Phone line changes smiley: Aight go, sorry
She see how i'm livin' (shit)
Send packs to south make sure they're livin'
She wanna see how
Try to lick me hit by my nigga
I'm tell you again nigga just stop it
Don't give af cause you know how we rockin
Livin my life on the top of the game
Them South Carolina niggas
Who that known to shut the club down? Them South Carolina niggas
Tell, by the way I talk, I'm from South Carolina
Nigga,
really be cappin ( lil ass nigga)
One time niggas caught me lackin
They ain’t even really want action (Facts)
Breakin down pounds into fractions
No
the fancy cuts
Fancy us, livin life lavish
Drippin' ice cabbage, livin' in the six, with some white bad bitch
Tight packag,e I gotta pass
I'm from
Smellin ros on my breath, ex ? fell asleep in his bed
Habits we developed livin lavish stackin mail up
Clothes come from big n tall ?
Got live life,
young nigga livin' lavish
See ya and don't know ya face, pussy boy we taxin'
We ain't have no pillows, on the floor was just a pallet
My lil' dawg
you you to pieces leave you funky like feces
Talkin ride ride know when you ain't tryin to see
Tthese down south about more problems than a lil
more now
It's platinum, now a days we put the gold down
We stepped it up, y'all don't ever want a showdown
Get wetted up by the sleeve that leave
You can't come from the radio or suburb and
Try to hold these streets down, seen niggaz get beat down
Scarface and Jake, put this out on the map, I got
putting out hit's
Tryin' to shoot me
But I'm out in LA on the low livin' Gucci
And lavish
They tryin' to take they money back
It's two to they cabbage
girl been actin' funny, but he got some funnier hoes
He been livin' on the streets
It's ain't sellin' at home (he thuggin')
They can call him Lil' Tez
[Chorus: Shazstar rp2x]
gotta stack ya paper
chop em' like a razor!
if you gon'grind or if
you gonna pull papers!yeah
[Lil' Flip]
I'm a southside
"Tarantula"
Got Canada on calendar so shout-out to my manager
I walked through in South Africa, I jumped in 'bout four Acuras
I flip it just like a spatula,
Better yet I'm original and not a clown baby
Get down for wars an' I'm, livin my life under the gun
And umm, stay calm no harm, I'm alarmin 'em
And that's
To havin sum, Soon to cop my moms a crib
Now we livin lavish son, Remember days ain't had nun
Pops broke we down bad son, Had to learn my lessons
Now a mf
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