Lyrics:
Girls, you know you'd better watch out
Some guys, some guys are only about
That thing (my men and my women)
That thing (don't forget about
like I'm feeling keep them hands up
And keep ya hands up
Hey, from the sunrise to the midnight star
I'm by far the hottest new thing the South seen
on the story though
You out with the girls
Hit up the world
Ima Clutch my guts try to lay low
You're fucking me up you look better off now
You're gonna hear that
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
to the better things they coming year round
Livin life to fullest was lost but now I'm found
South side shawty she a Mona Lisa
Crazy beautiful but she ain't got
a blessings
I had to learn a hard lesson
This is my confession
With the things that I'm stressing
Hopefully I leave an impression
With my story in this
a gay happy winter
We carved on a cradle of pine
By the fire in that neat little cabin
And I sang with that gay wife of mine
Well the South Coast is
Secret shit swear they'll never know
Like it better when it feels unknown
Lets keep it on the low
Live in the moment
As they say when things go south
Maybe
Picking food out my teeth
I go get the grain
By any means, I get something to eat
Hungry as a beast
I smoke till I sleep
Wake up and repeat
Take a trip
me
One time for Memphis
Born on that south side, East Memphis raised me
North made me tougher but that Black Haven made me
Born on that south side,
Paper boi
Erigga new money
Abeggggg!!!
(Otse dey talk so)
Who no like better thing?
Who no like better thing?
Who no like better thing?
You no
a damn thing changed
And if you niggas want to get some, get some
(If you feel this scream mo! All my niggas on the Thugline, Thugline)
Count me down
the know-how.
Oh my, the harder they try, huh, the louder I laugh.
Hahaha, hahaha.
Hahaha, hahaha.
I could’ve done a lot of things a lot better,
I could’ve spent
of talent
Got the Juice, and I'm selling by the galloon
Wake and bake, meditate, then I'm balanced
And, only if it's me against me its a challenge
We livin
and I Bet I won't miss,
Uh,
2 rips back to back,
Thats a hell of a night,
Tryna push up on rackz then You better think twice
One thing that you know
of fruitless trees
Beneath a gibbous light we lose our way tossed about by wild waves
We are following the course of the wayward stars
Asking all the questions
at
Shit'll get like the purge, better kno' where it's safe at
When I get high start to tweak go to trippin'
I'm surrounded by nigga that's itchin' to get it
If
Gave yall a lil spook
Driving down to the south side with a broad right in my coupe
Better grab yall's notepads cause I'll supply you with the pens
around these end times
We all just missed him
Four horseman road by I almost kissed em
Death spoke to me on some wisdom
Analyzing this and analyzing that
out, grill his mouth and send his snout South
I'm out, of course the force from up North
Ain't up for grabs yup what up then it's up yours!
You see we
[Chorus: x2]
West-side niggas getting bout it,
I said East-side niggas getting rowdy,
Mid-west niggas getting bout it,
South-side niggas getting rowdy
and more
Money can't buy happy, that's what they say
But things sure been better since I got paid
Got a tour bus, no rush
Gettin' it from A to B
and down south too?
I think probably not, that's why we gotta stop this
Clique shit, you don't fuck with me and I don't fuck with you
Dat Philly shit, silly
handoffs and handouts
But can’t run a damn route
Aint got no type of plays
Got nothing planned out
We did the most down south
We did bad all by ourselves
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