Lil Flip Lyrics - The Souf lyrics

The Souf lyrics (Lyrics)

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[talking:]
Hey Note, Im 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, Im a Southside nigga till I die nigga
Niggaz trying to act like Clover Geez, aint got no money nigga
You see everybody pieced up, cause we aint 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 its money to be made, then I want it
A lick to be hit, so you know Im gonna hit it
A dollar to be made, so you know Im gonna get it

[Lil Flip:]
You aint know, I could spit it like this
I hustle on the block, but I can get it like this shit
Five hund red kis, 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, dont play yall capish
One phone call, and youll be in the grave with your peeps
Dont run up on me, I wish you would
You aint 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, Ill let the K spray
Im a king with drama, ask Kay Slay
Spread your lies fuck boy, go on talk about me
Im the real deal, nigga you a carby copy

[Hook]

[C-Note:]
What you know about it, even when its hot nigga pushing snow up out
The Dirty South got it locked, cause someing glow about it
I hit the hottest club spot, and pull a hoe up out it
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What you know about it
Im from the land of the trill, the land of fifth wheels
The land of diamond grills, and them freestyle skills
Be poing up that drank, and we poing up the paint
And we steady smoking dank, so nigga fuck what you think
Blowing shit that niggaz cant, but niggaz still try to copy
I just keep shit real boy, yall 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 aint true, wanna be like my whole crew
You even got a lil DJ, trying to be like Screw
But nigga yall cant do, what the fuck my niggaz do
So much ice up on my body, will make a bitch nigga blue

[Hook]

[D-Red:]
Its 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
Erybody that you talked to, said the real nigga G nigga from the Botany
Im a Southside rider boy, heavy in the game real rhyming boy
Still thoed di gging though what you know, and you know yeah Im 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]