Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Go Down South, artist - Steel Banglez
Date of issue: 20.03.2012
Song language: English
Go Down South |
Money going up |
Girls going down |
Didn’t know me then |
Bet you know me now |
I don’t care where you’re from |
Just use your brain |
Heads up, go down south |
Go down south |
Go down south |
Go down south |
Yeah, go down south |
Look I don’t care where you’re from |
Just use you brain |
Heads up, go down south |
Madness, with a bad bitch |
In between her buns going ham |
That’s a sandwich |
I can have you come in, Labrinth |
Handle it, you won’t stop buss, traffic |
She said I’m hot chocolate with mean swag |
When a whore licks, I get a tea bag |
Spent 3 bags on 3 bags |
Cum shot, watch the white stick, wii pad |
Your girl said she at the seminar |
But word to the Scottish, it’s my house where she heading bruh |
Bare noise when I get in her |
Neighbours can’t handle the racket, Federer |
When I cruise by, they like you fly |
Ask the Arabs about the brands that I do buy |
I’m the man, I’m the man, I’m the man |
So she wanna toss my salad, food fight |
Aiming at your girl got my stick as a trigger (blow) |
Call me John Terry, I don’t really fuck with niggas |
Tia and Tamera, yeah I can handle sisters |
Virgins know I get it popping, blisters |
Telescopes out, yeah you looking at a star |
All I do is splash, put me in the water park |
No tints on the ride they be looking all hard |
Spent a car on the watch, why you watching the car |
At least once a month I be in the papers |
Fuck me and sell the story, you’ll be famous |
Might wants seconds cause I’m first class right |
I can take you on your first, first class flight |
She said, «Chip, I wanna beat, don’t tell my ex» |
Says she plays dirty, over she crept |
Life’s just a gamble, flip a coin, yes |
Go down South, it landed on heads |
(Inside out man) |
Make a toast, I’m finally getting my bread right |
I’m in the club, on my ones on a dead night |
This ting Ambers giving me the red light |
I’d be Prada’d off, sipping a red stripe |
I don’t jam man, the girls know I’m doughnuts |
She like Yung, man you really need to grow up |
I put my tower in between her twins and make her complain |
Till I blow up (boom) |
A little jerk but she really wanna fling |
Moving rice to get P’z, it ain’t a ting |
Food man, I used to have money in cling |
Now my money’s in banks, Bada Boom Bada Bing |
I do the damn thing me and Kone in the deegra |
And if I don’t wear a glove, she a keeper |
Told this chick off Twitter I’mma FU |
What do you think happened when I seen her? |
Said I’m all about the Capital, I told her from the start |
Heard me on the radio, and now she wants my heart |
But I’m all about my paper, you can tell by the voice |
Left her with a kiss, like I really got a choice |
They told me go six, and I was like we be in |
Give your girl a beat, 120 BPM |
The weeds got me parro, girls think I’m shallow |
Cause I got so much adds on my BBM |
And after my gigs, they usually want to party |
So I take them to the park, and I get inside the nani |
Or it’s back to the villa, she creaming already |
I’m far from chavvy, but I leave the bed messy |
Got a bally on my top it’s bringing out the crook in me |
Heard I got chips, now they wanna look for me |
They know that I’m for real, just take one look at me |
I used to load clips, now I’m trying to push a tee |