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gaea labelle - asap g (back down south) lyrics

[intro]
sheesh, uh, yeah
(i’ma take it back down south)
take it back down south
(back down south)
i’ma take it back down south, yeah
yeah, yeah

(i say) back down south where we mobbing
skate on twenty+twos
that sh+t look like kawasaki
i swear to god
(tipping on them, uh
wrapped in my, uh)
i pray to god, yeah (tipping on my)
yeah yeah, yeah yeah

(i’ma take it back down south)
back down south
(i’ma take it back down south)
take it back down south
(i’ma take it back down south) yeah
(we gon’ take it back down, uh)

back down south where we mobbin’ and sh+t
where it’s hard to raise ’em
you gotta protect your toddlers and sh+t
seeing your family struggle
you feel like you bound to get this
asap, n+gga, asap
back down south where we mobbing
they just call her asap ga, ’cause she got it
got her own ice, got her own moves
babblon we the mobb motherf+cker
we rule

[verse 1: gaea labelle]
when i go back south (i swear i gotta)
i gotta take the back route, yeah yeah
you know how we roll, yeah
you know how it goes
pull up watch the curb when you sitting on twenty+fos
4+5’s in the waist
got another one sealed in the case
when you posted on fourty forth
5+0’s on the move
so you gotta move slow
when the block is hot
gotta keep the work cold
it’s a good to go
so we foot it to the corner store
pickled egg and a lily dilly
cop me a gram and a strawberry phili
cops around the block
tell ’em you don’t know dilly squat
if he talk, nah, really, nah, really
remember d+ckhead
came up to the porch and he said
these zip lock bags too small for sandwich bread
ha, ha, ha
that’s that sugar+honey+iced+tea
sip a lemonade where it ain’t too sweet
reminding me of little homie
running up to my street
calling me sweet
on my sweet sixteen…
when i go back south
i hope they playing my tracks
in the cadillacs 8+0+8s with the backs out

(i say back down south where we mobbing
skate on twenty+twos)
that sh+t look like kawasaki
i swear to god
(tipping on them) yeah, yeah
(wrapped in my) yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
(tipping on my)
i’ma take it back down south, yeah
i’ma take it back down south

keep it going, keep it going
(uh, yeah) when i go+

[verse 2: lance markeith]
uh, see i’m so 205, 813
tuscaloosa to tampa
done trampled on foreign lands
in some cargo pants and some sandals
stunting for my plug out in london, like
n+gga send me a brick
we take it back down south
and split that sh+t with the pimps
i swear to lean i’m on my pimp c
tipping on four+fours
still limping i had them soles
had it written, i got them codes
little n+gga with some basics to fame
breaking the chain
now i don’t mean to insinuate that
any time i rap they get intimidated
but every time i rap they get incinerators
give them facts
give them lanes to flow in
from trap to boom bap
who was bringing slow jams
from n+gga spirituals
to make you sing or slow dance
for n+ggas out here grinding
who would slang and throw hands
i swear to lean i’m on my dirty sprite
flow on codeine crazy
they got mysonne talking on them codeine babies
say master p said wasn’t no rehab
so i’m going to get my masters
forty acres and and some ass
to put my n+ggas on some pastures
so set the record straight
any time you talk
from the side of yo mouth
any time rappers getting on
they take it back down
back down south
ey, i don’t need to take it back down south
they gon mob
they got mobs to take it back down south
i’ma take it back down
i’ma take it back down
i’ma take it back down

(new york n+ggas take it back down south)
back down south where we mobbing
(la n+ggas take it back down south)
skate on twenty+twos
that sh+t look like kawasaki
i swear to god
(tipping on them, wrapped in my)
i pray to god (tipping on my) yeah
yeah yeah, yeah yeah

(i’ma take it back down south)
back down south
(i’ma take it back down south)
take it back down south
(i’ma take it back down south) yeah
(we gon’ take it back down, uh)

[outro]
back south
i hope them girls
dancing to my tracks
with they bras off
and they backs out
with the fresh tracks in
and the scalp out
hope you bounce that ass
bounce that ass till the tracks out

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