Lyrics:
the snares all the way through
This thing right here, man
Drum section Weezy Baby
Tez, once again
What up? Yeah
This is what they call me, biatch, haha
I'm a white rapper from South Dakota
But the odds of me makin' it are south to no one
Ya better step back cuz I'm bout to blow up
Imma come up faster
I wanna go down south
Down south
Let me ride that mouth
All night fuck ya hole real tight
Down south
Ride that mouth
All night fuck ya hole real
It's the Wiz, and Contayjus
Dirty South Enterprises
Comin' up from the bottom
To the top is where we risin'
Just get up and get down
And shake your
date
Knock her off on the way
Toting my tooly wave
5.0. Said we got cases
Lawyered said ain't no faces
I'm a just slide again
You can come by my crib
date
Knock her off on the way
Toting my tooly wave
5.0. Said we got cases
Lawyered said ain't no faces
Im a just slide again
You can come by my crib
I went without when I had no money
Probably because of that
That I'm doing OK, but I still feel hungry
Probably because of that
I do my thing
from Stranger Things stomping like a t-rex an everybody will soon be wiped out by the apex smashing many objects like a reflex ending humanity even if
and be proud of it
It's an Uptown thing and we bout it
Partners-n-Crime motherfuckers you ain't bout it
It's an Uptown thing and we bout it
Now
It's ride or it's die, go further than ends
To me you are more than just a best friend
I'll choose you over and over again
If things go south, yeah,
Nighttime drive-by, singers lullabies
Bigs askin' about songs they can't identify
I'm from the south side with a young die
East of the river with a fish fry
to sang at the church house
Down south, church house by the dope house.
I don't know about you but I stay getting pulled over
To the point I don't even like
out, heading south, come on rock on out
Heading south, walking out, heading south, come on rock on out
And I was sleeping by the side of the road
No
Keys on the nightstand
Right by my necklace
Glove on my right hand
Couldn't find the left
Didn't see my cell phone ringing wit ya text
I was just
in the South I'm a legend
And I'm 'bout what I'm 'bout, inside or out
The shit I speak about make a real nigga shout
Loves a strong thing, spoken
Everything goes slowly but the things that go by fast
Everything you think will stay is never gonna last
Everything that starts out right
won't sign me, screw it I'll sign myself
In the 612 sometimes I'm thinking I'm by myself
I got too much problems better off by myself
Most the time I'm
wake ya drop it
SCC's in the house to the ho's you
better hide that ass cause these niggas want to do you uhh
i guess it's time for a drive-by
you want
Stacking staying sucker free
Stuck my toes deep into the sea shore
South shore Long Island lovely beach
I'm where the wild things are homie I'm
head, ya'll suck bad, fuck swag and your kicks from South Japan
I'm finna to be the best in this profession
I've been invested all my life, so wipe your
and void
Skully pulled up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not make me pull it
One thing about a sucka nigga, he gon' talk cash shit 'til he run
the red carpet on y'all bitch asses
Hailing from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay
Ludacris, Disturbin' Tha Peace family
Recognize royalty
we
Just both pretend to sleep
Sometimes the one you want is not the one you need
What goes around don't come around
You should know me by now
Better
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
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