Letras
Bitch I'm dripped in "South of Heaven"
Think he tough? Then I'ma send em'
I'ma uh, I'ma uh
Have em' praying with the reverend
Ain't no texting, don't do calling
When I'm walking up in that spot
It's just me, myself and I
Cause niggas can't stick to the plot
Bitch I walk around with my knock
Talk hot? You fuck around and get popped
Don't fuck around
If you fuck around
You gon' fuck around
And find out
Don't fuck around
If you fuck around
You gon' fuck around
And find out
Don't fuck around
If you fuck around
You gon' fuck around
And find out
Please come fuck around and find out
We gon' find out where you hide out
Like a bad kid in the classroom
We gon' put you on a time out
She do shrooms up in the backrooms
And coke all in the attic
It's fantastic
She do splits up on my dick
No gymnastics, uh
I tried to tell em' niggas
Don't fuck around, uh
I gotta make my own lane
And find my sound, uh
But all you niggas lame
Please don't make a sound
Like whats up now?
Like whats up now?
Bitch I walk inside the room
Then I'm walking out
The ladies follow cause
They know what I'm about
Fuck around
And find out bout' the drip
That I'm wearing now
"Global Havoc, South of Heaven
Named Collective"
Nobody can wear it better
Tried to tell em'
Bitch I'm dripped in "South of Heaven"
Think he tough? Then I'ma send em'
I'ma uh, I'ma uh
Have em' praying with the reverend
Ain't no texting, don't do calling
When I'm walking up in that spot
It's just me, myself and I