From Da South (Explicit)歌词-Big Scarr

From Da South (Explicit)歌词由Big Scarr演唱，出自专辑《So Icy Boyz 22 (Explicit)》，下面是《From Da South (Explicit)》完整版歌词！

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From Da South (Explicit) - Big Scarr

Lyrics by：Alexander Woods/Krishon Gaines

BandPlay

Uh

Woah

Plain jane Cartiers for the bifocals

Bifocals

I can let it rain make it flood up the score

Make it flood up the score

Hellcat fat I done blew up out the motor

I done blew up out the motor

You can tell I'm gettin' money I ain't even gotta show it

I ain't even gotta show it

**** the plug I need the cord that's the n***a that grow it

That's the n***a that grow it

Balling every quarter

Woah

Guaranteed I won't blow up

Let's go

Pink slip for the whips

Woah

Guarantee they can't tow it

Nah uh-uh

No

Long way from the hood now a n***a on tour

On tour

Thug life but I can't go out like Shakur

Like Shakur

Try to catch me at the light n***a know we ain't goin'

Know we ain't goin'

Big way before the rap I was already blowin'

I was already blowin'

Hear the BandPlay choppin' knockin' out your ear drums

Ear drums

Young rich n***a from the South puttin' on

Puttin' on

Now I get paid just to get up on a song

Get up on a song let's go

Love sippin' codeine can't leave the V 'lone

Can't leave the V 'lone

When the hood genie these n***as be clones

These n***as be clones

Shinin' all the way n***a better hold on

Better hold on

Can't change number this a million dollar phone

Million dollar phone

You a rat and a ***** we would never get along

We would never get along

I won't let him get a break

Woah

Hit him layin' in his home

Woah

N***a don't want smoke he put my name in a song

My name in a song

Pack just hit and it's already gone

Already gone

Bad ***** layin' in my bed in a thong

In my bed in a thong

Slam dunk a ho like my first name Stone

First name Stone

Hit the ho once now I'm livin' in Quan

Livin' in Quan

Pop a Perc' with a Addy now I'm in my own zone

In my own zone

Pull up pick a halftime got a n***a stoned

Got a n***a stoned

******* love a n***a like I'm who

Mike Jones

Who

Mike Jones

But don't get it mixed up ***** I'm big Frozone

Big Frozone let's go

Woah

Plain jane Cartiers for the bifocals

Bifocals

I can let it rain make it flood up the score

Make it flood up the score

Hellcat fat I done blew up out the motor

I done blew up out the motor

You can tell I'm gettin' money I ain't even gotta show it

I ain't even gotta show it

**** the plug I need the cord that's the n***a that grow it

That's the n***a that grow it

Balling every quarter

Woah

Guaranteed I won't blow up

Let's go

Pink slip for the whips

Woah

Guarantee they can't tow it

Nah uh-uh

No

Long way from the hood now a n***a on tour

On tour

Thug life but I can't go out like Shakur

Like Shakur

Try to catch me at the light n***a know we ain't goin'

Know we ain't goin'

Big way before the rap I was already blowin'

I was already blowin'

Hear the BandPlay choppin' knockin' out your ear drums

Ear drums

Young rich n***a from the South puttin' on

Puttin' on

Now I get paid just to get up on a song

Get up on a song let's go

Keep playin' with a ***** now they say that I'm wrong

Say that I'm wrong

New opp pack yeah the odor real strong

Yeah the odor real strong

Devil on my back still rockin' VLONE

Still rockin' VLONE

Tell 'em when you talk to me better watch your tone

N***a better watch your tone

Catch a n***a down bad leave his face in his phone

Leave his face in a phone

Yeah I hear him talkin' but I'm still on

Better get some money get it broke sendin' one no more

No

And I'm in the hood when I'm back home

Woah

Post on the block with a deuce and a styrofoam

Styrofoam

I don't like to talk and my money long

Woah

Grippin' on the wood on the 'Cat like a microphone

Like a microphone

In the trap like my name Corleone

Woah

Hundred bags in we gon' get 'em in and get 'em gone

And get 'em gone

Hit the club tatted with my chains on

Woah

Standin' on the couch throwin' money all night long

All night long

You know what I'm on

Woah

Plain jane Cartiers for the bifocals

Bifocals

I can let it rain make it flood up the score

Make it flood up the score

Hellcat fat I done blew up out the motor

I done blew up out the motor

You can tell I'm gettin' money I ain't even gotta show it

I ain't even gotta show it

**** the plug I need the cord that's the n***a that grow it

That's the n***a that grow it

Balling every quarter

Woah

Guaranteed I won't blow up

Let's go

Pink slip for the whips

Woah

Guarantee they can't tow it

Nah uh-uh

No

Long way from the hood now a n***a on tour

On tour

Thug life but I can't go out like Shakur

Like Shakur

Try to catch me at the light n***a know we ain't goin'

Know we ain't goin'

Big way before the rap I was already blowin'

I was already blowin'

Hear the BandPlay choppin' knockin' out your ear drums

Ear drums

Young rich n***a from the South puttin' on

Puttin' on

Now I get paid just to get up on a song

Get up on a song