Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Da Phonky South, artist - Nell. Album song 90's Mentality, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nell
Song language: English
Da Phonky South |
| Coming out that south from the 94 |
| Where niggas losin' there life |
| So I ride low cause I caught me a dime and I’m trna get hydro |
| Penetration 'cause patience make it easy to see the location |
| Life is embrassing |
| Don’t waste it, just make sure you reach the destination |
| 'Cause niggas never see things eye to eye |
| They see you on top of your game |
| And they wanted the same |
| But never tried |
| The devil lies despise that I shot out the truth |
| And face forty ounces brew |
| Then cloud out the booth |
| And sip that four jammin', that screw |
| Tighten end niggas up if they lose |
| Just give me a quick hit to the glitch |
| So homie don’t flitch |
| Imma come home with the reggies |
| I twist sense end to the ignorant mind of the misfits |
| Take more day out of time to develop your rhymes to intelligent lines |
| The rebellin' the life to a tec nigga |
| Might have rat-tat-tat my 9 mm gat go brat |
| If they all keep increasing tax |
| Imma let that big blow |
| Explode as bodies hit the floor |
| We walk in the White House |
| Cut all the lights out |
| Changing the rights and reading our rights out |
| Cause I just don’t give a fuck |
| Can’t get buck so I’m cuffing them up |
| Cause the future is not and I’m bout to get payed |
| So I’m radio time cause the sound is from days |
| Coming down getting bank |
| Smoking on that good dank |
| Diamond against the wood |
| Sippin' that shit you wish you could |
| Drank, try to keep up with your image |
| I can tell your heart is not in it |
| You’re not authentic you just a pretender |
| Ain’t no tellin' where you end up |
| Coming down 4's be pokin' out |
| I be totin' like that |
| Paint so wet looking like a bitch drove through the rain |
| What it do sippin' juice |
| I’m a fly ass bitch, nigga |
| Quit talking like a ho |
| Telling lies on your dick |
| Think you slick, but I’m slicker |
| Got my hand on that clicker |
| Better move quicker it’s a stick-up |
| For your face be on pictures |
| They say they miss ya |
| But that pistol hit your ass like a missile |
| On my grizzle, smoking dro |
| I let it blow just to little |
| You know my flow just a riddle |
| That I spit off the top |
| And you gotta give me top before you get in my drop |
| Amber London going hard |
| I won’t quit I won’t stop |
| And it’s Thug Life bitch you know I get it from 'Pac |