Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Southside , by - Birdman. Song from the album Pricele$$, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 22.11.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Southside |
| Su woo |
| Bitch I’m from the south, the south side |
| We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside |
| Y’all die, we all ride |
| And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the south side |
| We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside |
| Y’all die, we all ride |
| Ey pussy nigga you know you ain’t from the south |
| Junior |
| Catch me in the whip, extra with the clip |
| Leaning to the right side army guns big chips |
| Wine candy on the strip |
| You know how we get it when we coming with the flip |
| Cus we running with the flip |
| And the money is a must and hoes we don’t trust |
| Guns in the cut bitch know wassup |
| 20 on the slab, 50 in the jag |
| Coming through the air hustling on her ass |
| Ordinary nigga with extraordinary style |
| Swagger to the ceiling nigga hustling gone wild |
| Hustling with my child |
| Blowin' out the pound, come from uptown |
| Banana clips a hundred rounds, blaaa! |
| Bitch I’m from the south, the south side |
| We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside |
| Y’all die, we all ride |
| And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the south side |
| We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside |
| Y’all die, we all ride |
| Ey pussy nigga you know you ain’t from the south |
| Careful with the swanga |
| Come and true banging |
| Kill another kurb nigga hustling but ain’t 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 swung through, Hummer and the Benz |
| Coupe Benz 6 and no roof, Rolls Royce and Gucci shoes |
| Haha, ya digg, ya understand, Cash Money, Young Money |
| Been about be big money, get money, bleed money |
| Flip money, see money, spend big face new hundreds |
| Bitch I’m from the south, the south side |
| We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside |
| Y’all die, we all ride |
| And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the south side |
| We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside |
| Y’all die, we all ride |
| Ey pussy nigga you know you ain’t from the south |
| Catch me in the neck of my woods |
| We all good, we all hood |
| Got them thangs taped that’s when I come through |
| Nigga got them 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 |
| Born breaded soldier, known high roller |
| K gave me the game hustling into know ya |
| Always strapped f*ck if they coming, better be strapped |
| Bitch a hundred we dumping, blowin' rocking jewels |
| F*ck it we cool |
| Nigga out of line so we chopped him out his shoes 100 |
| Bitch I’m from the south, the south side |
| We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside |
| Y’all die, we all ride |
| And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the south side |
| We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside |
| Y’all die, we all ride |
| Ey pussy nigga you know you ain’t from the south |
| Ya just know it’s like you candy paint nigga |
| We don’t play with these pussies |
| Big money shit, global with it ya know |
| Yeah bitch, born rich neighborhood superstar |
| Junior, Young Mula, CMB, yeah baby, army gunz |