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south strip - trumpets lyrics

the trumpets blaring, but we do not hear a sound (yeah)
they love the kid ever since i hit the ground, okay (yeah)

ever since i youngin’ i was moving pounds of plates (uh)
so p+ssy boy just shut up (shut up)
get up out my face

yeah, i don’t want no pressure but i’m piped up in this b+tch (uh)
why you tryna flex on me?
don’t talk to me like this (uh)
i don’t pay for p+ssy, but that p+ssy payin’ sh+t
everybody turn to hoes you can’t ever trust a b+tch

i’ve been gone, all night long
we just gettin’ started, n+gga
i can’t fold, i can’t fall for the guap
these hoes r+t+rded, n+gga
dance with thе devil, now you can’t go back
gettin’ diamonds on the wrist, can still gеt smacked
told gang hold it down other n+ggas get taxed

return of the king, put the scene on the map
feel like my homies been holding me back
double s, and we came to attack
with a couple of tec’s and a couple of mac’s
whole circle full of p+ssies and rats
pop me a perky, i’m back on the task
dippin’ and dodgin’
i’m makin’ deposits
that hoe just been callin’, tell b+tch to relax
oh wait, now i’m back to my old days
now we back to the old days, pull up
ice cold like my first name was oh shay and i’m wavy like ocean
smokin’ on potent, i’m feeling important
south of the strip b+tch know we motion
you know we in motion
south, south, south, south

- south strip lyrics

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