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abg rich - soufside lyrics

[intro]
(awavy in his bag, yeah)

[chorus]
they tryna count a young n+gga pockets, they gone lose count real quick
know some n+ggas in that field will take you on a field trip
know some real deal slimes and i know some real crips
forever gang, b+tch we locked in
helicopter b+tch you know i’ma spin
i can’t slide unless i’m slidin’ with tints
dropped the glock when i was hoppin’ the fence
told my mama that we finna be rich
when i wake up think ’bout sinnin’ again

[refrain]
young n+gga from the soufside, throw yo 4’s up you from the soufside
young n+gga from the soufside, throw yo 4’s up if you from my side

[verse 1]
i’ma f+ck hеr ’til she cry, cry
when i’m done i’ma tеll her bye bye
wasn’t with me ’til i got a name, baby girl you can have a nice life
pray that i don’t ever cr+p out, if i’m gamblin’ with my life
i’ll cut a n+gga hands off if he try to steal a piece of my pie
i don’t give a f+ck, i don’t play that
they gone think they seen god i push up in that maybach
yeah
the seats recline, but don’t lay back
we was runnin’ them streets since 9, we go way back
they keep tellin’ me the streets is mine, but don’t say that
’cause the good always die young
but i told my mama she don’t gotta worry cause her son always keep a drum
[refrain]
yeah
her son always keep a drum

[refrain]
young n+gga from the soufside, throw yo 4’s up you from the soufside
young n+gga from the soufside, throw yo 4’s up if you from my side

- abg rich lyrics

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