Down South Lyrics – Wale
Singer: Wale
Title: Down South
(La Musica de Harry Fraud)
Down south slangin’, rollin with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down south slangin’, rollin with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Look
What’s the sense of it all?
Pimpin’ powder, and p#ss# tryna make pennies
See n#gg#s lie on the stand, guess hell ain’t harder than prison, who knows
In the 90’s a traffic stop get you tickets, a joke
Now the find you a traffic stop get you riddled with holes
We be livin’ too fast, we be sippin’ it slow
One of my n#gg#s was sellin’ work, now he sellin’ out shows
I mean face it that’s growth, pay attention take notes
You over 40 and movin’ work better be by the boat
Better be by the dock, better not be by your home
If n#gg#s really wan’ hurt you, they gonna leave you alone
‘Cause them peoples is comin’
Where your loyalty youngin’?
When a rapper say, “Free my n#gg#”, his lawyers get hungry
Now everybody wanna be a trap n#gg# ’cause them rap trap n#gg#s get paid
And don’t nobody want to be a trap, trap n#gg# when them badge n#gg#s got you on tape, yeah
Art imitatin’ life, now y’all just 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#ck though
Keep it true to self and keep it cool, my n#gg#s cutthroat
Run it
Down south slangin’, rollin’ with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down south slangin’, rollin’ with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down south slangin’, rollin’ with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down south slangin’, rollin’ with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
I got the cocaine lady, white lady, by the key (Key)
Ayy, cup full of Texas, poured by the three (Three)
Hoped out the Porsche, went and sold me a P (A P)
Smoke a p#ss# n#gg# like I rolled me a leaf (Like a leaf n#gg#)
Or smoke put holes in his teeth (Ayy)
Boom bop pow put a hole in his cheek (Ayy)
n#gg# talkin’ tough but you a hoe in these streets (Ayy)
Come a get nanni freak hoes in the sheets (Ayy)
Hustle like a muthaf#cka (Oh, oh), n#gg#s servin’ scudda butter (Oh, oh)
p#ss# n#gg#s undercover (Oh, oh), and I ain’t studder motherf#cka (Oh, oh)
Hit ’em with the blocka blocka (Oh, oh), quick to serve me a clocker (Oh, oh)
You borderline dick-suckers, tryna take pics, suckers
Baby, make your leg bend, yellow b#tch a red skin
In DC like a red skin, come and give me head then
My youngin’ pop a lead in
n#gg# swing your dred than
Oh, you wanna tussle? We gonna see how n#gg#s play it then (On God)
Down South slangin’, rollin’ with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slangin’, rollin’ with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slangin’, rollin’ with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slangin’, rollin’ with these hustlers (Yeah, look)
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters (Maxo, Maxo, Maxo)
Down South slangin’ (Oh), servin’ all these costumers (Uh-huh)
Like Bill I keep these pills but keep a heath cliff like Rudy Huxtable (Okay)
On the real you might get killed, don’t touch my chain ’cause it’s untouchable
Big black knows my hip, yeah I’ma shoot that b#tch ain’t cute but she still f#ckable (Huh)
Racks on racks, move packs, sell packs at school had packs like lunchables
Took gats on gats, .45’s and MACS, we bust those straps so comfortable (Boom)
Hunnid chops no fun with her (Ayy)
On adderall but still functional (Vroom)
Still aired out at a functional (What?)
That Draco so dysfunctional
Yellow bone on top give me sloppy top as I lay (Suck it)
Pull up on a op hit him with a chopper rocker as he lay (Boom-boom)
I spend some chips to get you killed, my Crips gon’ make you Frito Lay
Bang, 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 sh#t, I can’t trust nothin’
Can’t even trust my Crip, because a Crip killed Nipsey Hussle (Maxo, Maxo)
Down South slangin’, rollin’ with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slangin’, rollin’ with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slangin’, rollin’ with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slangin’, rollin’ with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
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