Lil' Flip - Deep Down South lyrics

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(feat. Big Shasta, Lil' Ron, Yung Redd)

Come on, uh...

[Lil' Ron]

I'm bout to cause a disaster, like a earthquake

Eighteen's, got little kids dropping milk shakes

I smoke and sip eights, poured in one soda

Treat my girls like dogs, nigga teach em to roll over

Give em the cold shoulder, if they don't listen

But they quickly convinced, when they see them rims twisting

Better pay attention, to that nigga Lil' Reezy

It takes six dimes in bikinis, just to please me

Better believe me, its real in the field

My chain like yellow lights, it make people ill

In the Porsche switching gears, like a Nascar racer

And the rocks on my bracelet, got it looking like a glacier

I'm a clutch player, like Robert Ory

These cats ain't balling, they telling stories

But ain't gotta worry, bout H.S.E.

If I ain't hating on you, then why you hating on me

[Chorus: Big Shasta]

We from the deep down South in the city

In the light, and I be seeing these girls be looking pretty

That's why, I got to stay on my grind

So we can be a hundred percent, all the time

Y'all don't know where we from (where we from)

Y'all don't know where we been (where we been)

[Yung Redd]

Its like one for the money, and two is for them hoes

Three is for the drank, Four pass me the smoke

You won't see me riding, in any ole Benz

Unless its jet black, on twenty inch rims

I got more Air Force, than the government

Every color pair, I'm so fly trust me I'm loving it

I never leave the hoe, with just a single rubber

And I crawl like Ringling Brothers, hoes love us

Under the in-fluence, catch me swerving

Playing in a number six, like Julius Irving

My watch and my chain, got me coughing and sneezing

Still a young heathen, as long as I'm breathing

I pay for a show, turn it out then I'm leaving

The way the man told us, its flossing season

This year we got it made, we shining y'all

Even though we got a due, we still grinding y'all

[Chorus: Big Shasta]

[Lil' Flip]

Who am I, name is Lil' Flip

And I roll with, two clips

Just in case, something happen

While y'all niggas yapping, I'ma be capping

Rolling with my strap and, pistol packing

Glock 9's, Tech 9's, even a Mack 10

I'm not acting, I pack clips so

Play your roll, and stick to the script

Before I flip, and empty the clip

I'm Gladys Night, cause I'm a pimp

We eating shrimp, and catching planes

You know I'm great, at catching dames

And what's your name, where you live

Will you give some brain, do you got kids

Cause if you do girl, its okay

So pass the syrup, fuck the courvassier

[Chorus: Big Shasta]