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lil wayne - i'm from the south lyrics

verse 1: uhh… i’m weezy f.
b-tch what it do. (what it do) i got that f-ck a motha
f-cka att-tude. (f-ck you) i got a gun and a b-tch.
(i got two x2) i got a b-tch and a gun.
(i got two x2) i’m the hottest in this b-tch straight
up. (straight up) i got’em on my back,
like… wait up. (wait up) i ain’t finished with you
hoes stay up. (stay up) i’m at the top b-tch,
look way up. (way up) n-gg-‘s trippin b-tches wishin
they’ll come down here (f-ck me).
sick and tired of that city and she fiend’n for country.
i ain’t mad at cha girl she just feelin my gangsta.
from the bottom of the map where the bricks get anch-r-d.
where the dope is heavy. where the hoes is fine.
where the hoes a getcha, if you n-gg-s is blind.
so, this is the time, you should listen to mine.
don’t play wit it b-tch, n-gg- this is tha south.

chorus: b-tch i’m from the south,
the south side, we all ride.
and when we catcha a outsider,
outside. and yall die, we all ride.
and when you see us we be leaning to the side,
the south side, we all ride.
and when we catcha outside,
outside, and yall die. we all ride.
ey’ p-ssy n-gg- you know you ain’t from the south.

verse 2: b-tch. check em off.
fresh. dap it don, tech the strap is on, brrrdddaattt!
your back is off. yea, bag em up.
yea, bag em down. yea, crack em up, the new,
crack in town. it’s weezy,
say the baby, lotta pizzazz about me.
holly groove, seventeen, belfast,
eagle street. ch-ll’s man’s illegal heat,
trell’s plant’s leave em sleep,
trashcan no sheets, swell man.
h-ll has no furry but i’m strapped so don’t worry,
when the weather starts to flurry,
we adapt in a hurry. less guts then glory man,
upchuck the party man. buck.
buck. your carter man, f-ck.
f-ck. duck. duck. they caught em.
get away smooth from the pig,
just a cig, in a river with his wig,
his liver in his feet. down south louisiana, 504, we don’t loose.

verse 3: yeaah. block burners.
ey, i spend a bin, wit my thirty-six waist saggin.
no smiles, on some murder sh-t straight clappin.
waste bag ya n-gg-‘s. and what makes matters worse,
they rattin n-gg-‘s, that put ya motha f-ckin face
in tha dirt. kiss the snail’s boy.
close the box, drill the nails boy.
ya wont bite, you’re a just a will.
you are, just a witness when the sh-t for real.
you are, not real, your mo b-tch then your girl.
get her down south and put some d-ck in her world.
i got diamonds in my mouth.
i got diamonds on my neck.
gotta bad suckin women and i’m bout to wipe dat.
vizzile tizzle tourists…
come down and we gon loose ya.
have a motha f-cka thinking dat they in aruba.
max and rugers, shootin to kill you.
your music don’t reach down here. we don’t feel you!

chorus: b-tch i’m from the south,
the south side, we all ride.
and when we catcha a outsider,
outside. and yall die, we all ride.
and when you see us we be leaning to the

side, the south side, we all ride.
and when we catcha outside,
outside, and yall die. we all ride.
ey’ p-ssy n-gg- you know you ain’t from the south.

- lil wayne lyrics

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