Hurricane Chris - Down South lyrics

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Whoever said hurricane don’t get money, put a dick in your mouth

Ratchet hoes don’t even know that they be talkin about

Been ballin since a young nigga, I watch my daddy stunt nigga

You watch your daddy get punked and probably put in the trunk

I’m super clean all these hoes like the way that I lean

She say she want that dumb dick so I’m making her scream

You wanna check me, well bitch I got a k with a bean

That .40 right here on my lap, I never leave without my strap

Ok, let’s hit the club and get real niggas dap

Fake niggas get snapped, eyes tight like a jap

4 giatos on my coup, I’ve been had that

And wherever cut on my ...rims gonn match

Watch how I pull up and make these bitches have a panic attack

Cause my louisiana drama make em throw me they cat

I’m on my way to the hotel with about 4 in the back

They call me beat it out the frame what you know about that

I keep my hood in the air like I was fixin a flat

And nigga any disrespect can get you hit with a gat

So keep your money in your pocket unless you wanna get jacked

Represent that dirty south and ain’t no fakin on that

[Hook]

Man take em down south for a minute, hold up, hold up

This way’s real, where niggas get killed at

Take em down south for a minute

Take em down, down, let me take em down south for am inute

Man take em down south for a minute, hold up, hold up

This way’s real, where niggas get killed at

Take em down south for a minute

Take em down, down,

Take em down, down,

I’m in the club on that liquor

Pocket full of skrilla,

Can nobody tell me shit when I be thuggin with my niggas

Neck colder than december, plus I’m strictly bout my figures

So twisted and feel like my body floating on a river

Free my nigga bad ass, look at lil mama

On da floor, she got a mad ass, and plus I feel like I can get her

Know she gonn let me hit her

My dog already told me she be rolling on them jiggas

We split em down the middle like a philly then dismiss em

So loaded, can’t hold it, fuck it, I’m wide open

Swerving all on the curbe, I can’t keep my eyes open

With a pocket full of money, I buy if I want it

Yeah they call me hurricane and I slaughter my opponents

Twisted on that patrone, taking shots to the dome

Louisiana rapper, black bently on chrome

Lil daddy think he fresh like me, he dead wrong

[Hook]

Man take em down south for a minute, hold up, hold up

This way’s real, where niggas get killed up

Take em down south for a minute

Take em down, down, let me take em down south for am inute

Man take em down south for a minute, hold up, hold up

This way’s real, where niggas get killed up

Take em down south for a minute

Take em down, down,

Take em down, down.

Thanks to LIL PHILLY for correcting these lyrics