Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Represent For The South (feat.Lil Wayne,Young Jezzy) , by - Rick Ross. Release date: 15.07.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Represent For The South (feat.Lil Wayne,Young Jezzy) |
| I represent for the South |
| My residence is the shore |
| Couple golds in my mouth |
| Bring my dance and my charm |
| I’m as hot as it get |
| I’m the youngest in charge |
| And ya oughta show some respect |
| I represent for da South |
| Rick Ross: |
| I’m not a slim thug, I’m a fat mack |
| I don’t give a fuck, I’ll push ya hat back |
| Still sellin' dubs nigga, that’s fact |
| You can hit me on the cell pimp, that’s that |
| I had to pawn my chain to grab a half ounce |
| 10 years later, time for me to cash out |
| You dealin' wit a dope dealin' dictator |
| Fuck traffickin' nigga, I get the shit catered |
| See the clique tailored, only the Gucci shit |
| I fucks wit' Damon, I’m in the movies kid |
| My mom reminisce on a late nights |
| When I used to reel em in wit da straight white |
| Now I’m 6, 17 with a li’l Beamer |
| First foreign car, far from a lil' dreamer |
| Daddy severed his relationship |
| I think momma quit 'im cuz he wasn’t makin shit |
| Lil' Wayne: |
| Money to be made best believe a nigga glockin' |
| I run it myself like a quarterback option |
| I pitch 'er ten g’s, tell a bitch to go shoppin |
| She buy herself some clothes and she brought me back on chopper |
| Niggas try’na kick it but no I don’t play soccer |
| I’m all about my cake, I’m try’na marry Betty Crocker |
| A package on the way you know my whip game proper |
| And off of one key, I see seventy thousand dollars |
| Now I was shootin dice, smokin on a joint |
| I bet wit' Yo Gotti he hit five straight points |
| We over here hustlin, we over here grindin |
| You rap bout money and a nigga might sign you |
| Rap bout me and a nigga might find you |
| Banana in ya ass wit ya head right behind ya |
| Dope game bitch, let his momma worry about him |
| You can holla at me, a fee! |
| Young Jeezy: |
| Snowman bitch (bitch), need I say more (more) |
| When you get done with these, look I got twenty more (haha) |
| Still got blow money, cause nigga I know money (money) |
| Now I’m on the road gettin' fifty a show money |
| Still sittin' on white bricks (bricks), wrapped in duct tape (tape) |
| 30 minutes flat, I could bake a whole cake |
| Got a pocket full of stacks, safe full of blocks |
| When they cam through, look the stones on the watch |
| Iced out belt buckle, they never had a chance |
| Drop sixty grand, just to hold up my pants |
| Still got da Chevy, spent a grip on the Lambo |
| Twelve carats in my ears just the show 'em what I stand fo' (hey!) |