Lyrics:
hundred spokes chrome
Knock off some malt liquor by the malzatof
Don't gotta floss, huh, ain't that the truth
Flyin' in boobies, silver six hundred coup
Laws may change but we can't erase the scares of a nation
Of children devalued and disavowed
Displaced by greed and the arrogance of manifest destiny
of each other
Lean my head on your shoulder
Weekends were made for you and me
Two months went by too fast
How I hope this will last
Broken curfews, moonlit
nigga
She do what I tell her
I got star power, star power
Smoked a blunt, and got some head in the shower, Whoa
Pulled me upward four [?] and called
Nine miles of two-strand topped with barbed wire
Laid by the father for the son.
Good shelter down there on the valley floor,
Down by where
It's just
Different when I spit it man
I'm Young Santiago
From Houston, Texas
Boys never quit
From the South
Heaven sent
Like a fire pit nigga
Fire
[Fly talking]
Exactly ya South Sucka
Take to much ah this bullshit,
War wid ah motherfucka now
Exactly what I'm talkin' about
I'ma tell ya exactly
November 13th, 2019
Turn my ribs
Into food for the sheep
Wolves in borrowed clothes
Their plates full of my bones
I take shame in feeling broken by
together, flying lotus
Only fix it if it's broken, learn a skill, get noticed
I think I'm chosen, I'm one of a kind
Heart full of pride, I'm a Leo, what's
to take his place
Bear with his tomfoolery... Even if it splits
Your face! Don't be
Fooled by a peaceful
Un! He scared of em' supremacists! Of
Whom, trump
bright blue sky
A single white cloud is passing by
On top of it a choir of angels and an orthodox rabbi, two generals…
And down below I’ll be
Plunging
talking bout? I'm a real gangsta, take yo ass to down south
Wit this new heater, turn yo ass to pieces, then we bounce out
I'm in the two seater, wit
perfect I
Been through shit I'm hurting
But bitch I'm stronger than bourbon I
Been told by my partners I need to chill cuz I work a lot
I do it cause I
looking good you know
5'5 shorty stunning from head to toe
She said she from South, so she ain't tryna ear no game
She said you ain't worth the risk, all
would you just fuck me for free)?
One fuck, One fuck
Girl would you fuck me for free?
(Girl would you just fuck me for free)?
Two fucks, Two fucks
Yeah! It's Bad Boy South Niggaz
Ball and G
Orange Mound, the moment you been waitin for
Collaboration, c'mon now
Let's go, let's go, let's so,
the south, don't know which way to go (ahhh)
Just a youngin tryna grow up don't know which way to go
Them people praying for him, them people praying for him
the stony ground
Twas stained with red of mama's blood my pappy he was drowned
Run my little darling girl' were her final words to me
head south bound where
hear voices in my head for what reason
But when the talking stops (pow) it's drive by season
So back the fuck off and give me respect
Now they're
my shit wouldn't start
[Chorus]
So duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by
Ya gots to duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer
from the old news
Wanna feel alive on my own two
Time to let it go
Time to bring you close
Wanna feel at home
Spending nights
Stuck on broken time
Stuck
my heart Dey feel O
They make my head wan tear eh
Government them be riper
Man down man down by the river
When my people start to sting like a viper
her ass though
But her head was the trauma
Arrogant for a reason, sex all season
Two chicks, one dick, the odds are uneven
Niggas die for treason, heart
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