• Title:Down South (feat. Yella Beezy & Maxo Kream)
  • Artist:Wale;Yella Beezy;Maxo Kream
  • Album:Folarin II
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  • Languages:en
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    作词 : Olubawale Akintimehin/Markies Conway/Emekwanem Biosah Jr.
    作曲 : Olubawale Akintimehin/Markies Conway/Emekwanem Biosah Jr.
    La música de harry fraud
    Down south slangin' rollin' with these hustlers
    Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
    What's the sense of it all
    Pimpin' powder and p***y tryna make pennies
    See n***as lie on the stand guess hell
    Ain't harder than prison who knows
    In the '90s a traffic stop get you tickets a joke
    Now they find you a traffic stop get you riddled with holes
    We be livin' too fast we be sippin' it slow
    One of my n***as was sellin' work now he sellin' out shows
    I meet jay so 037
    That's growth pay attention take note
    You over forty and movin' work better be by the boat
    Better be by the dock better not be by your home
    If n***as really wan' hurt you they gon' leave you alone
    'Cause them peoples is comin'
    Where your loyalty youngin'
    When a rapper say free my n***a his lawyers get hungry
    And everybody wanna be a trap n***a
    'Cause them rap trap n***as get paid
    And don't nobody want to be a trap trap n***a
    When them badge n***as got you on tape yeah
    Art imitatin' life I got to saying lies
    Got these suburbanites thinkin' y'all
    Ain't afraid to fight
    Right in the mirror cryin' a little you shakin' right
    Your soul is in prison and there is no visitation rights
    Down south slangin' music with these hustlers
    Keep it true to self and never sell out
    With these busters no
    I ain't finna tap dance I don't give a f**k though
    Keep it true to self and keep it cool when n***as cutthroat
    Run it
    I got the c*****e lady white lady by the ki' ki'
    Ayy cup full of texas poured by the three three
    Hopped out the porsche went and sold me a p a p
    Smoke a p***y n***a like I rolled me
    A leaf like a leaf n***a
    All smoke put a hole in his teeth ayy
    Boom bop bam put a hole in his cheek ayy
    N***a talkin' tough but you a ho in the streets ayy
    Come and get knotted freaky hoes in the sheets ayy
    Hustle like a motherf**ker oh oh
    N***as servin' scudder butter oh oh
    P***y n***as undercover oh oh
    And I ain't stutter motherf**ker oh oh
    Hit 'em with the blocka blocka oh oh
    Quick to serve me a clocker oh oh
    You borderline dick suckers oh oh
    Tryna take some pics suckers oh let's go
    Baby make your leg bend yellow b***h a red skin
    In dc like a redskin come and give me head then
    My youngins popped a lead in
    N***a swing your dread then
    Oh you wanna tussle
    We gonna see how n***as play it then on God
    Down south slangin' rollin' with these hustlers yeah
    Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters uh uh
    Yeah look
    Maxo maxo maxo
    Down south slangin' huh servin' all these customers uh huh
    Like bill I keep some pills keep a heath cliff
    Like rudy huxtable okay
    On the real you might get killed don't touch my chain
    'Cause this untouchable
    Big black nine on my hip yeah I'ma shoot
    That b***h ain't cute but she still ****able huh
    Racks on racks move packs sell packs at school
    Had packs like lunchables alright
    Tote gats on gats 45s and macs
    We bust our straps at constables boom
    Hundred chops my sack no phone with her ayy
    On adderall but it's still functional vroom
    Still aired out at her function though what
    That draco so dysfunctional
    Used to be robber igbo naija boy go ask wale uh huh
    Yellow bone on top to give me sloppy toppy
    As I lay suck it
    Pull up on a opp a chopper rocker hit him
    While he lay boom boom
    I spend some chips to get you killed
    My crips gon' make you frito lay
    Bangin' we don't really tussle
    If I can't get that thang in
    Then I'm not finna go clubbin' hell nah
    Every since my bro got killed
    I can't trust s**t I can't trust nothin'
    Can't even trust my crips because
    A crip killed nipsey hussle maxo maxo