Down South Gone Slide

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King JMoney

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King JMoney bitch y'all gone
Put respect on my
Name bitch big king
Down south gone slide

Down south gone slide
Murder murder
On my mind

Down south gone slide
Murder murder
On my mind

Down south gone slide
Murder murder
On my mind

Down south gone slide
Murder murder
On my mind

Pussy Boy shut up
Hit a lick and take
Your shit tell your
Bitch bow down and
Suck this dick she ain't shit
She's a trick down south
About that shit hit you
With the stick pussy boy
Gets hit with the blick
Down south running shit
Run my bag up I stay stacked up
Never bragged about shit
Pussy boy looked at me
So I boxed him knocked him out
One hitter quitter take my girl
To dinner go home and beat
That pussy up tell her I love her
Go get a bag down south rising up
Run your bag up stacks after stacks
I'm in the trap smoking sack after sack
Put you in a wood light him up
Like fireworks no fourth of july
Put me on boosie and get
Ratchet with it this that
Fire shit that makes the playlist
Turn this bitch up and get lit
It's that boot shit hoes
Popping pussy my song is lit
Gangster bitches jack you
For your shit bitch so thick
Me and my girl gone hit
Drinking henny it's about
To get litty eat my girl kitty
When we're in different cities
Time to hit another city
Call me artist of the year
Change the game up I'll never
Change up I'm solid til the world blow
Hit you with that fn cause
Your a f*ck 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 the ground
Traced out in chalk go ahead
Bust his head round hit him
With that chopper it holds
One hundred rounds

Down south gone slide
Murder murder
On my mind

Down south gone slide
Murder murder
On my mind

Down south gone slide
Murder murder
On my mind

Down south gone slide
Murder murder
On my mind

Five zero one to
The boot we shoot
Set it off like boosie boo
Disrespect me I'll shoot
Not from the two two five
Wipe me down grew up on
Trill fam don't get slammed
Popping verses like your
Hoes pop pussy smoking purple
Got it by the pound I'm the big dog
Around down south got
The juice I got love
For the boot I'm the truth
Killing verses like boosie boo
Down to get ratchet talking shit
Got you popped quick get
The a state and boot together
We jigging in this bitch
Homicide after homicide
We love that shit too
Many rainy days I can't
Take this shit playing with me
Ain't right mr grim reaper
Took there life hit you
With that nine I'm on
That boot shit hoes
Shaking ass to this song
Down south gone slide
Pushed to my limits
Down south coming heavy
In chevys hoes shaking ass
Left to right I'm jigging tonight
Welcome to my side east side
We down to ride connect
With a homicide

Down south gone slide
Murder murder
On my mind

Down south gone slide
Murder murder
On my mind

Down south gone slide
Murder murder
On my mind

Down south gone slide
Murder murder
On my mind

Murder murder on my mind
Murder murder on my mind
Murder murder on my mind

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