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soufside shawty - j shiest lyrics

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intro:

(on some rdb sh*t, n*ggas always tryna be up on that weird sh*t)

chorus:

southside shawty , dread*head i was unfortunate

n*gga play wit rdb i swear that we gone torture him
my brodie cold hearted you can’t een’ put a fork in him

a long way from the projects i was sitting from the porch with them

yeah, walk down

no more asking questions, now they ask why he don’t talk now

no more second fiddle, yeah n*gga i’m on top now

sliding in the vert but i ain’t riding with the top down

trigger finger itching gotta stop it yeah

verse 1:

lately they been tryna tell a youngin’ how to pop it

i’m the youngest gotta get some money, i ain’t got an option

rdb forever, j mitch know im known to get it poppin

we can’t be together, we ain’t dating prolly only talking

thats on z.roy
i know how the game go, i grew up ‘round them d*boy’s

riding with my cousin nard, that n*gga making street noise

i just talked to trell he said he straight, you know that we boys

doing donuts in the cat i lost it yeah

verse 2:

turn yo savage up some more

rdb gon up the score

eeny meeny miny moe might see me wit a n*gga hoe

all i know is get the bag and never ever drop the motion

shawty said she love me, must be trippin’ off that f*ckin’ potion

mama tried to hug me, i can tell she feeling mixed emotions

her son be out here hustling, n*gga starting to make some d*mn commotion

i been going straight up to the top i call that locomotion
these n*ggas ain’t really popping they just having local motion

i been tryna run it up

shawty tried to play me it didn’t work cause i wasn’t dumb enough

i been holding back cause i might f*ck ‘round turn the summer up

hanging round kev and juan they sho’ll can f*ck some money up

lil’ kee ain’t doing running up

d.a. making jokes, she keep on laughing i don’t see whats fani

man it hurt so bad when they took thug, feel like sum’ took him from me

i been feeling bad, i just beat covid, i’m kinda feeling funny

n*ggas posting glock’s up on the gram next day they took it from you

chorus:

southside shawty , dread*head i was unfortunate

n*gga play wit rdb i swear that we gone totrture him

my brodie cold hearted you can’t een’ put a fork in him

a long way from the projects i was sitting from the porch with them

yeah, walk down

no more asking questions, now they ask why he don’t talk now

no more second fiddle, yeah n*gga i’m on top now

sliding in the vert but i ain’t riding with the top down

trigger finger itching gotta stop it yeah

- j shiest lyrics

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