Lyrics:
Summer on the south side
This the holy scripture rap song
Made Lil mama put her flats on
Get it juking like Ms. Jackson
Summer on the south side
ain't
Stand here by my side and I say
Baby
I want a chance with you
Got me singing baby
Spare me the attitude
Cause I know that you want this
Baby
I want
I Ain't Gonna Let Up
By Ruben H. Smith III
Yea
This your boy R Smith
Let it come from the heart
Let it come from the heart
Ah
Looking through my
A fuck you attitude if you got a problem with mine
These pussy motherfuckers can't handle my shine
The games a bumpy road but I continue to grind
I don't
minute, they say I'm buzzing hard
My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars.
You niggas under-cards
You should be unemployed
All you smoke
to be a playa
Bag them by the twos I broke the clock by doing layups
And bitch you you on my time so when i'm talking don't you say nothing
When the time
She know what I can bring to the table
I can tell if it's real by the label
We had TV, but we didn't have cable
Now I'm richer than all of my
can't be too wrong
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could
Become a magician to abacadabra all the sadder
Thoughts of me, thoughts of she,
my friend, a friend, we can all be friends
If we just let this little hurt between us mend
Let me tell you about my friend, boys
I met him
to kick an ass or two
Word to Raphael I'm a ninja with an attitude
Currency is something you got to be current to see
Subtract the whack shit add some
a boost
Let 'em shoot through the roof
Bring my sister happiness
And my Daddy too
I've always been the star in my life
Thought everything I did was right
sayin’
Bitch you’re rude
I’m just sayin’
Don’t like your attitude
I’m just sayin’
You could be a case
I’m just sayin’
Get outta my face
I’m just sayin’
talked to her
Damn
But let me switch it up we finna take this farther
Working on the vision fell in with it like Wanda,
My mind be in the cosmos this pack
figures, just us niggas,
Sometimes they give us action,
This shit is crashin' back to Earth like Michael Jackson,
It don't matter how much scrilla,
You
goin' on in this party
Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
We can drink some yak and do it all damn night
My name ain't Wanda, but I'll
goin' on in this party
Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
We can drink some yak and do it all damn night
My name ain't Wanda, but I'll
no killer but don't let me ketch a body nigga
Michael Jackson im so thriller this song come with body builders
I'm still local but this ain't local I
closer
Yeah these haters getting mad
When they hear this cause I'm taken over
Ima let the spirit flow with it
Taken loads of my shoulders
The lord
much issues to deal with
Tryna prove to me she can be trusted but fuck it I won’t let her through to me
Said I’m mad I missed my chance?
Bitch quit
neck, be dancing on my neck
I just wanna get this check, I want a check
I been trappin' in my crib I got far by luck
Never gang banged but I stay
won't be involved
That's my word
See I'm not the one
They got me confused
They got me messed up
Don't you think I've had enough
When it comes
won't be involved
That's my word
See I'm not the one
They got me confused
They got me messed up
Don't you think I've had enough
When it comes
Nigga, I'm reapin' what I sow, okay
Got a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house, like I'm Joe, okay
Hellcat, made his homeboys and them types sell they
don't pass by
Grab me by my nuts when I'm lovin' you
Now open up and let me put the thug in you
You like me rough, you like me tough
Making love real
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