Lyrics:
we’re f*****g sharks
Call me Mr. Nice
Understand it when we
Pull up to your house
Make your baby momma shaking
Like we came from Dirty South
Yeah we
(yeah)
Glitching no cheat stop the cap now
Mistress got me real f**ked up (yeah)
Glitching no cheat stop the cap now
Mistress got me real f**ked up (yeah)
the microphone quick fast
Brothers been tryin to diss for years
As long as I'm respected by my peers
And get cheers - who the fuck cares?
Yeah, I'm weeded, but
of respect
South Acres baby gangsta, I'm demandin' respect
Fuck the school vice principal, he shife and I'm leaving
Told my mama about my dope case and my
Ball, F-a-t M-a-see-k, known for layin' it down
And doin' s*** the playa way
Callabo's of the dough ain't no secret
Space-age pimpin' means I don't
Bize Rap müebbet F tipi
(Ah!)
Twerk, Trap, Dirty South
Bi' de mola yok bize non-stop
Hey! Sakin gerilmeyin
Bebeğim ben her gece seninleyim
(Ah!)
Var
(b. andersson, b. ulvæus)
Scaramouche
(instrumental)
Varför ska det vara så seriöst för, alltid?
Nä, I england
(F&N it's screaming' loud
make a beat on the bounce
even if we check his mouth
if fatigued goin' south
make a wound it's not a scout)
Make it bounce
get it while these haters just talk
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north
Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south
(Still breaking
E.D.I Amin]
Life in High Speed
F*** the punishment, tie weed
I gonna buy me a gun
F*** doin` time
[2Pac]
I live life High Speed
Slightly
It's south, to a hellish fire that won't go out, it's south,
Astride a force that stops you turning around.
He was taken by a flame, seduced by its
found out by now
Spanky or the S K dont give a sh*t
Get the f*ck up off my nuts (uh huh) you crazy jealous f*cks ( oh oh )
Seems like your running out
ya mouthpiece so beast like Delereese
I'm from the south streets of beast like Lil' Weez
E, F baby for the team I rep daily
I come to the defense like
Tellin' my ex-girl tryna ex-plain
How I am no good so go with the next man But dog
You don't know me
You don't know us
We go by the name of A-T-F
up, throw 'em up)
What? What? What? What? (Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up)
I'm a down south nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a west coast nigga
but life keeps going south cause
All that I've wanted do
Is have you by my side
But life keeps going south
Time will allow me to stop believing you're
them name
Tell old pharaoh, this is just a lyrical game
Let my people go
Big up all South African freedom fighters
Because a me philosophy, them would
away
Soul drowning down in alcohol
Bleeding by my family like what they did to Malcom y'all
I said f*ck my fears
I'm numb to it after all
I can't
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
for chumps tryin
nicks went for 20 down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock 19 for casket and flower moves
For chumps tryin' to stop my flow
And what
Yeah yeah
Get your hands up against the wall and spread them
Opposition I'll just take him
F*** you (f*** you) f*** you (f*** you)
Understand,
Target practice baby only thing is I'm
Not the shooter, Im the bullet, bIAATCH!
G'd up from the feet up a-B-C D-E-F
I'm a G to the end the end
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
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