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lil wayne - represent 4 the south lyrics

(feat. rick ross & young jeezy)

[chorus: young jeezy (screwed & chopped)] [x2]
i represent for tha south
my resident is the slums
a couple golds in my mouth
bring my dance and my charm
i’m as hot as a gets
i’m the youngest in charge
they gotta show me respect
i represent for da south

[rick ross:]
i’m not a slim thug, i’m a fat mack
i don’t give a f-ck, i’ll push ya hat back
still sellin’ dubs n-gg-, that’s fact
you can hit me on the cell pimp that’s that
i had to p-wn my chain to grab a half ounce
10 years later, time fo me to cash out
you dealin’ wit a dope dealin’ dictator
f-ck traffickin’ n-gg- i get the sh-t catered
see the clip tailored, only the coogi sh-t
i f-cks wit damon, i’m in the movies kid
my mom reminisce on the late nights
when i use to reel em in wit the straight white
now the 617 wit a lil’ beamer
first foreign car, far from a lil’ dreamer
daddy severed his relationships
i think momma, quit’m cuz he wasn’t makin’ sh-t

[chorus:]

[lil’ wayne:]
money to be made best believe a n-gg- clockin’
i run it myself like a quarterback option
i pitch her ten g’s tell the b-tch to go shoppin
she buy herself some clothes and she brought me back a choppa
see n-gg-s tryna kick it but no i don’t play soccer
i’m all about my cake i’m tryna to marry a betty crocka
a package on the way you know my whip game proper
and off of one key i see seventy thousand dollas
now i will shoot dice, smokin’ on a joint
i bet wit yo gotti he hit five straight points
though we kept hustlin, though we kept grindin
you rap bout money and a n-gg- might sign ya
rap bout me and a n-gg- might find ya
a banana in ya -ss wit yo head right behind ya
dope game b-tch, let his mom worry about him
you can holla at me, a fee

[chorus:]

[young jeezy:]
snowman b-tch (b-tch), need i say more (more)
when you get done with these, look i got twenty more (more)
still got blow money, cause n-gg- i know money (money)
now i’m on the road gettin’ fifty a show money
still sittin’ on white bricks (bricks), wrapped in duck tape (tape)
30 minutes flat, i can bake a whole cake
got a pocket full of stacks, straight for the blocks
and it came through, look at the stones on the watch
iced out belt buckle, ain’t never had a chance
drop sixty grand, just to hold up my pants
still got the chevy, spit the grip on the lambo
twelve carats in my ears just the show what i stand fo (hey! )

[chorus:]

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