Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Down South, artist - Wale. Date of issue: 21.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Down South |
| Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers |
| Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters |
| Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers |
| Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters |
| Look |
| What’s the sense of it all? |
| Pimpin' powder, and pussy tryna make pennies |
| See niggas lie on the stand, guess hell ain’t harder than prison, who knows |
| In the 90's a traffic stop get you tickets, a joke |
| Now the find you a traffic stop get you riddled with holes |
| We be livin' too fast, we be sippin' it slow |
| One of my niggas was sellin' work, now he sellin' out shows |
| I mean face it that’s growth, pay attention take notes |
| You over 40 and movin' work better be by the boat |
| Better be by the dock, better not be by your home |
| If niggas really wan' hurt you, they gonna leave you alone |
| 'Cause them peoples is comin' |
| Where your loyalty youngin'? |
| When a rapper say, «Free my nigga», his lawyers get hungry |
| Now everybody wanna be a trap nigga 'cause them rap trap niggas get paid |
| And don’t nobody want to be a trap, trap nigga when them badge niggas got you |
| on tape, yeah |
| Art imitatin' life, now y’all just saying lies |
| Got these suburbanites, thinkin' y’all ain’t afraid to fight |
| Right in the mirror cryin' a little, you shakin', right? |
| Your soul is in prison and there is no visitation rights |
| Down south slangin' music with these hustlers |
| Keep it true to self and never sell out with these busters (No) |
| I ain’t finna tap dance, I don’t give a fuck though |
| Keep it true to self and keep it cool, my niggas cutthroat |
| Run it |
| Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers |
| Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters |
| Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers |
| Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters |
| Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers |
| Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters |
| Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers |
| Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters |
| I got the cocaine lady, white lady, by the key (Key) |
| Ayy, cup full of Texas, poured by the three (Three) |
| Hoped out the Porsche, went and sold me a P (A P) |
| Smoke a pussy nigga like I rolled me a leaf (Like a leaf nigga) |
| Or smoke put holes in his teeth (Ayy) |
| Boom bop pow put a hole in his cheek (Ayy) |
| Nigga talkin' tough but you a hoe in these streets (Ayy) |
| Come a get nanni freak hoes in the sheets (Ayy) |
| Hustle like a muthafucka (Oh, oh), niggas servin' scudda butter (Oh, oh) |
| Pussy niggas undercover (Oh, oh), and I ain’t studder motherfucka (Oh, oh) |
| Hit 'em with the blocka blocka (Oh, oh), quick to serve me a clocker (Oh, oh) |
| You borderline dick-suckers, tryna take pics, suckers |
| Baby, make your leg bend, yellow bitch a red skin |
| In DC like a red skin, come and give me head then |
| My youngin' pop a lead in |
| Nigga swing your dred than |
| Oh, you wanna tussle? |
| We gonna see how niggas play it then (On God) |
| Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers |
| Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters |
| Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers |
| Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters |
| Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers |
| Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters |
| Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers (Yeah, look) |
| Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters (Maxo, Maxo, Maxo) |
| Down South slangin' (Oh), servin' all these costumers (Uh-huh) |
| Like Bill I keep these pills but keep a heath cliff like Rudy Huxtable (Okay) |
| On the real you might get killed, don’t touch my chain 'cause it’s untouchable |
| Big black knows my hip, yeah I’ma shoot that bitch ain’t cute but she still |
| fuckable (Huh) |
| Racks on racks, move packs, sell packs at school had packs like lunchables |
| Took gats on gats, .45's and MACS, we bust those straps so comfortable (Boom) |
| Hunnid chops no fun with her (Ayy) |
| On adderall but still functional (Vroom) |
| Still aired out at a functional (What?) |
| That Draco so dysfunctional |
| Used to be robber Igbo Naija boy, go ask Wale (Uh-huh) |
| Yellow bone on top give me sloppy top as I lay (Suck it) |
| Pull up on a op hit him with a chopper rocker as he lay (Boom-boom) |
| I spend some chips to get you killed, my Crips gon' make you Frito Lay |
| Bang, we don’t really tussle |
| If I can’t get that thang in then I’m not finna go clubbin' (Hell nah) |
| Every since my bro got killed, I can’t trust shit, I can’t trust nothin' |
| Can’t even trust my Crip, because a Crip killed Nipsey Hussle (Maxo, Maxo) |
| Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers |
| Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters |
| Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers |
| Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters |
| Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers |
| Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters |
| Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers |
| Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters |