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- Lil' Flip f/ C-Note, D-Red, Big Shasta - The Souf Lyrics
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- (*talking*)
- Hey Note, I'm tired of these niggaz stealing our shit mayn
- D-Red now you know damn well, we started off riding blades
- Having the big chains, the diamonds in our grill
- I mean, how much can you steal from a nigga mayn
- God damn mayn, I'm a Southside nigga till I die nigga
- Niggaz trying to act like Clover Geez, ain't got no money nigga
- You see everybody pieced up, cause we ain't broke nigga
- [Hook: Big Shasta]
- What you know about the South, diamonds up in our mouth
- Breaking you boys off, Clover Geez in the house
- What you know about the South, steady gripping that grain
- Nigga sipping that drank, getting that money mayn
- What you know about the South, get on it
- If it's money to be made, then I want it
- A lick to be hit, so you know I'm gonna hit it
- A dollar to be made, so you know I'm gonna get it
- [Lil' Flip]
- You ain't know, I could spit it like this
- I hustle on the block, but I can get it like this shit
- Five hundred ki's, is equivalent to me
- I break down the beat, like I break down my weed
- I skate down my street, with my K by my feet
- To make it in my hood, you gotta pay off police
- I stay off the leash, don't play y'all capish
- One phone call, and you'll be in the grave with your peeps
- Don't run up on me, I wish you would
- You ain't welcome to my hood, we still grip the wood
- From Herschelwood to Cloverland, to Blue Ridge
- We got it locked nigga, you can ask Whoo Kid
- Nigga is you stupid, I'll let the K spray
- I'm a king with drama, ask Kay Slay
- Spread your lies fuck boy, go on talk about me
- I'm the real deal, nigga you a carby copy
- [Hook]
- [C-Note]
- What you know about it, even when it's hot nigga pushing snow up out
- The Dirty South got it locked, cause some'ing glow about it
- I hit the hottest club spot, and pull a hoe up out it
- What you know about it
- I'm from the land of the trill, the land of fifth wheels
- The land of diamond grills, and them freestyle skills
- Be po'ing up that drank, and we po'ing up the paint
- And we steady smoking dank, so nigga fuck what you think
- Blowing shit that niggaz can't, but niggaz still try to copy
- I just keep shit real boy, y'all niggaz just sloppy
- Tried to steal all my fans, and you almost had em
- Till they found out your new shit, sound like my old albums
- Heard you boys ain't true, wanna be like my whole crew
- You even got a lil' DJ, trying to be like Screw
- But nigga y'all can't do, what the fuck my niggaz do
- So much ice up on my body, will make a bitch nigga blue
- [Hook]
- [D-Red]
- It's going down nigga, spray a few rounds nigga
- You a clow nigga, D-Red a O.G. nigga
- Yeah I know you heard about me, ask around town but your game was sloppy
- Ery'body that you talked to, said the real nigga G nigga from the Botany
- I'm a Southside rider boy, heavy in the game real rhyming boy
- Still thoed digging though what you know, and you know yeah I'm real with the gansta boy
- Just spot up at the club, me and my niggaz is showing love
- Looking nice on dro, everybody on the real fifty deep all Clovered up
- Pieced up let boys know, Botany Boys gon take the do'
- Clover Geez gon wreck the show, then after the show we taking all the hoes
- Jumping down in the big whips, with big ships with extra clips
- Niggaz only hate but we swell them lips, mad cause we bout to take a playa trip
- To the doc boy on the yacht boy, Big Shot boy fat knots boy
- Keep up boy you too slow boy, in a minute you gon be a real fuck boy
- We making cash brah, we make it last brah
- Clover Geez/Botany Boys, Screwed Up Click brah
- [Hook]
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