Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Down South Posted, artist - Juvenile.
Date of issue: 22.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Down South Posted |
Ayo we down south posted and we counting our figgas, |
know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas, |
don’t play with us lil daddy cuz we’ll have you in stitches |
Its UTP right here and we bout getting our riches, |
I pledge allegions with the four nickel you niggas no pickle, |
cock the pistol point my issues at you and whodi who wit you, |
Your body ain’t nothing but grizzle, I can see through the tissue, |
They gon’think you was in gymnastics how the chopper gon’hit you, |
I might have to crash the party if niggas gets me started, |
better watch this nickel fourty cuz this bitch gets retarted, |
fuck with me shorty, I could teach you how to be flawless, |
NOPD wanna see me up in Dora Delawless, |
Hate fighting them charges, take a nigga regardless, |
Fuck em’and duck em and tell them to suck on a hard dick, |
When we was wilding in the nolia they was callin us babies, |
I guess the same shit went on in the 80's, |
But still crazy, I’m with it too, kinda sneaky know how to get at you, |
Not trying to have momma crying and miserable, |
I’m already knowing what guns could do, |
I’ve seen some of the worst niggas get blown in two, |
Yes she say she love me,(yeah) every time she fuck me (yeah), |
But then she sayin’fuck me (Fuck You!), everytime we fussing, |
Skip i’m sick of hustlin (I'm sick), boy you just disgustin, |
Nananana, bitch, don’t you tell me nothing, |
all you know is dollars, Dolce and Gobanna, |
Gucci, Fendi, Chanel, Milono, Prada, |
All you is is problems, I can’t help you solve them, |
So when you think, just think, nah don’t involve him (What), |
Hang up when you callin', caller ID all em' |
If its your number I don’t answer, ain’t no sense in callin' |
Bitch I’m back to ballin', like I fell off, |
Like if I was doing bad I’m gonna tell y’all, |
What could I tell y’all except suck dick and swallow, |
yeah you look good, but can you walk like a model |
Cause bitch I pop collars (bling), and I clock dollars, |
so watch your watch and watch for the shock BLADAH ! |
Man look up over there, wilding, cursing bitches smoking jo’s now, |
Got two open charges niggas talking round dro now, |
Celebrities so small they spin the bend in regular clothes now, |
But whodi and them smart before they spin, lil one close shop, |
Slim just got popped for douljer grind and a weed pipe, |
Guess they trying to sock it to my dog with them three strikes, |
Fuck that, we got buying money, nigga we tight, |
UTP, six coat, cut throat nigga we right, |
Trying to get you niggas to understand this a new day, |
New jewels, new shoes, new twos, new pay, |
new trips, new clips, new whips, new K, |
A million for my great grand children to my new day, |
You straight? |
I’m just trying to make sure you straight, |
Keep them nappy head bitches out ya face cousin and move weight, |
Every nigga working with something thick they do take, |
Don’t you fall off over a fat ass and a cute face (Stupid!), |