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[Chorus]
We are from the south, the southside
Yall ride and when we catch you outside uh outside
Yall die when yall ride
And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the southside
When yall ride and when we catch you outside uh outside
Yall die when yall ride, you know you aint from the south
[Birdman Verse 1]
Catch you in the whip, catch you with the clip
Leaning to the right side arm and guns big chips
Wine candy on the strip
You know how we get it when we coming with the flip
Cuz we running with the flip
And the money is a must and hoes we don’t trust
Guns in the cut bitch know was up
20 on the slab 50 in the jag
Coming through the air hustling on
Ordinary nigga with extraordinary style
Swagga to the ceiling the hustling gone wild
Hustling with my child
Blowin out the pound come from uptown
Banana clips a hundred rounds blaaa!
[Chorus]
[Birdman Verse 2]
with the swanga
Come and true banging
Kill another kerk the hustling but aint hanging
Up on the post where the money do come
Got a spot make a hundred the one that do run
Who back up on the slab in all black paper tags
Ya that be the money and the Louie all cash
Back like I swunked you hummer and the benz
Coupe benz 6 and no roof Rolls Royce and Gucci shoes
Haha ya dig understand cash money young money
Been about be big money get money bleed money
Flip money see money spend big face new hundreds
[Chorus]
[Birdman Verse 3]
Catch me in the neck of my woods
We all good we all hood
Got them thangs take when I come through
We got paper plates money when we fall through
Brand new china k monster with the sun roof
Cherry with the lumber birds cheap numbers
That’s how we do it bitch stuntin every summer
Bone breaded soldier known high roller
K gave me the game hustling into know ya
Always strapped fuck if they coming better be strapped
Bitch a hundred we dumping blowin rocking jewels
Fuck if we cool
Nigga out of line so we chopped him out his shoes
Ya just know it’s like you cant depend nigga
We don’t play with these (pussys
Big money shit Big money global wit it ya know
Born rich neighborhood superstar
Jr young mula cmb ya baby
You know you aint from the south!
[Chorus]
We are from the south, the southside
Yall ride and when we catch you outside uh outside
Yall die when yall ride
And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the southside
When yall ride and when we catch you outside uh outside
Yall die when yall ride, you know you aint from the south
[Birdman Verse 1]
Catch you in the whip, catch you with the clip
Leaning to the right side arm and guns big chips
Wine candy on the strip
You know how we get it when we coming with the flip
Cuz we running with the flip
And the money is a must and hoes we don’t trust
Guns in the cut bitch know was up
20 on the slab 50 in the jag
Coming through the air hustling on
Ordinary nigga with extraordinary style
Swagga to the ceiling the hustling gone wild
Hustling with my child
Blowin out the pound come from uptown
Banana clips a hundred rounds blaaa!
[Chorus]
[Birdman Verse 2]
with the swanga
Come and true banging
Kill another kerk the hustling but aint hanging
Up on the post where the money do come
Got a spot make a hundred the one that do run
Who back up on the slab in all black paper tags
Ya that be the money and the Louie all cash
Back like I swunked you hummer and the benz
Coupe benz 6 and no roof Rolls Royce and Gucci shoes
Haha ya dig understand cash money young money
Been about be big money get money bleed money
Flip money see money spend big face new hundreds
[Chorus]
[Birdman Verse 3]
Catch me in the neck of my woods
We all good we all hood
Got them thangs take when I come through
We got paper plates money when we fall through
Brand new china k monster with the sun roof
Cherry with the lumber birds cheap numbers
That’s how we do it bitch stuntin every summer
Bone breaded soldier known high roller
K gave me the game hustling into know ya
Always strapped fuck if they coming better be strapped
Bitch a hundred we dumping blowin rocking jewels
Fuck if we cool
Nigga out of line so we chopped him out his shoes
Ya just know it’s like you cant depend nigga
We don’t play with these (pussys
Big money shit Big money global wit it ya know
Born rich neighborhood superstar
Jr young mula cmb ya baby
You know you aint from the south!
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