| Out the window screamin', «North, North» like I’m packed up
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| We’re forever young, so we bound to act up
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| You know where I’m from, top of the map, uh
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| I can’t forget, I can’t forget
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| Out the window screamin', «North, North» like I’m packed up
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| We’re forever young, so we bound to act up
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| You know where I’m from, top of the map, uh
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| I can’t forget, I can’t forget
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| Cold as hell from the North too
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| Everyone around me came up off the porch too
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| Yeah, I’ma keep it real, I ain’t goin' down with you, yeah
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| Man don’t, I thought I told you, yeah
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| Lonely road, never trust a soul
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| And my cold
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| Born in all the now
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| Still with all the bros, never changed us
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| Still the same I’m bumpin' Triple 6 out on the planes, yeah
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| Look how far I came up (Mafia)
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| I just pull up in the back
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| Give I’m wearin' black
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| I got a bag in the back of the 'Lac
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| Sippin' the Cognac
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| I just sit back when I’m runnin' the
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| Can’t believe where I’m at
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| Can’t believe where I’m at, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Out the window screamin', «North, North» like I’m packed up
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| We’re forever young, so we bound to act up
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| You know where I’m from, top of the map, uh
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| I can’t forget, I can’t forget
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| Out the window screamin', «North, North» like I’m packed up
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| We’re forever young, so we bound to act up
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| You know where I’m from, top of the map, uh
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| I can’t forget, I can’t forget
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| Yessir, yeah
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| Out the window of the Rolls Royce screamin', «North, North»
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| At the Lamborghini dealership like it’s a toy store (Yessir)
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| I got that one, I want this one, I want that Aventador
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| You can’t name a place on Earth that Juicy J ain’t been before (Yeah)
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| If it’s money in your city (City)
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| Then I’m on my way to get it (Get it)
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| I chase every penny, I learned that from North Memphis (North)
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| I can see my way up out the gutta, I had to trust my vision (Uh-huh)
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| Back when I was in the trenches and ain’t have no pot to piss in
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| I was grindin' just to eat
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| Had to hustle for my meal
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| Turned my stacks from rubberbands to a couple hundre mil'
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| I’m still here first place, you not even close third
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| I’m a motherfuckin' ride, you can ask my chauffeur
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| Out the window screamin', «North, North» like I’m packed up
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| Yessir, uh-huh
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| North Memphis, North Memphis, North Memphis, North Memphis
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| North Memphis, North Memphis, North Memphis, North Memphis |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song North , by - Goody Grace. Song from the album Don't Forget Where You Came From, in the genre Альтернатива