Lyrics

Welcome to The Cold South Runnin down you pussies, we gon see how low you stoop Keep that k on us like my shooters play for Duke How you chasing bitches if you still ain't got no loot? Real ones pave the way, we just put the world on mute Yeah, put out a hand, you ain't a man At yo age, such a disgrace, get you some bandz Keep that Ben & Jerry's, I don't need the latest scoop 18 hour days I just put the world on mute Wait, woah, provocative flows Pay-load, let's get it and go Pocket watching pussies on patrol Can't see what I got but I might clean out the store Used to watch from in the stands Heard they want a deal, labels sure know how to spam Brodie took the charge cuz his mans was in a jam and it's Like yo blueprint, that shit ain't go as planned woah Mufucka you no bread winner settle down Chris Tucker it's all jokes when you come around Rush hour can't get pulled cuz we had many pounds Graduated from that bullshit with no cap and gown I-I done all this on my own so fuck ya finder's fee Got some brothas that be way to into tragedy It's goin broke that really blew up all my fantasies I been down too but I can't fuck witcha Runnin down you pussies, we gon see how low you stoop Keep that k on us like my shooters play for Duke How you chasing bitches if you still ain't got no loot? Real ones pave the way, we just put the world on mute Yeah, put out a hand, you ain't a man At yo age, such a disgrace, get you some bandz Keep that Ben & Jerry's, I don't need the latest scoop 18 hour days I just put the world on mute
Writer(s): Roi Wes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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