Southside Songtext
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Brr, hah, Asian Doll!
Uh, hollup, ay, ay, bitch!
Real street bitch from the south side
Any nigga test my gangster, nigga bound to die
You ain’t talking ‘bout no money, don’t see eye to eye
Sneak dissing on the net, you get no reply
Bitch you broke, and you mad, can’t get in to you
Say you know me, I don’t know you, I’m no friend of you
Freaky bitches, sucking dick, the gang got introduced
Uh, hollup, ay, ay, bitch!
Real street bitch from the south side
Any nigga test my gangster, nigga bound to die
You ain’t talking ‘bout no money, don’t see eye to eye
Sneak dissing on the net, you get no reply
Bitch you broke, and you mad, can’t get in to you
Say you know me, I don’t know you, I’m no friend of you
Freaky bitches, sucking dick, the gang got introduced
Niggas wanna catch me slipping, bitch I’m bullet proof
I’m a real bitch, I spit real shit
I sit back and let my niggas do that kill shit
Since ‘96, I’ve been a product of my hood bitch
You can see it in my eyes, I ain’t gon’ snake shit
I got percs, I got xans, for the low low
Momma broke, she was fiending for that co co
Daddy told me, baby girl, you ain’t gon’ blow, ow
Signed to Gucci, now I’m getting it, bitch I’m solo
Hottest female artist, girl you look retarted
Way these diamonds sitting up on my neck, it look like tardy
I ain’t talking no apologies, these niggas sorry
Put that beam right to your head, while I’m getting naughty
Forty make you burn, it make your motherfucking block hot
Any bitch that want it, she gon’ get it, I’m the top notch
Asian I’m the princess, wanna pop it on his pizzle
Made him eat me like a skittle
I got niggas, they some hittas
Wanna taste me? Just a little Wanna taste me? Just a little
Wanna taste me? Just a little
Wanna taste me? Just a little
Ayy, fifty bands, in my pants, fly like Peter Pan
I told that nigga I’m not faking, I’m not with pretend
My bitch she bad, she a stellar, she came from Japan
When I pull up, need my money, ‘bout my dividends
Ghetto bitch, she creo
Now my nigga Nemo, with my draco, counting zeros
Kids they think I’m hero
Run up bitch, you stupid
I got shooters and they zooted
Bitch you talking, I’ma lose it
Off the earth, I’m fucking zooted
Real young street bitch, and I’m from the south side
Cross my heart, and hope to die
These niggas, they bound to die
I’m not with the sucker shit
I’m not with the fuckery
Made it out, I’m born to be, my niggas split a hundred P’s
Real young street bitch, and I’m from the south side
Cross my heart, and hope to die
These niggas, they bound to die
I’m a real bitch, I spit real shit
I sit back and let my niggas do that kill shit
Since ‘96, I’ve been a product of my hood bitch
You can see it in my eyes, I ain’t gon’ snake shit
I got percs, I got xans, for the low low
Momma broke, she was fiending for that co co
Daddy told me, baby girl, you ain’t gon’ blow, ow
Signed to Gucci, now I’m getting it, bitch I’m solo
Hottest female artist, girl you look retarted
Way these diamonds sitting up on my neck, it look like tardy
I ain’t talking no apologies, these niggas sorry
Put that beam right to your head, while I’m getting naughty
Forty make you burn, it make your motherfucking block hot
Any bitch that want it, she gon’ get it, I’m the top notch
Asian I’m the princess, wanna pop it on his pizzle
Made him eat me like a skittle
I got niggas, they some hittas
Wanna taste me? Just a little Wanna taste me? Just a little
Wanna taste me? Just a little
Wanna taste me? Just a little
Ayy, fifty bands, in my pants, fly like Peter Pan
I told that nigga I’m not faking, I’m not with pretend
My bitch she bad, she a stellar, she came from Japan
When I pull up, need my money, ‘bout my dividends
Ghetto bitch, she creo
Now my nigga Nemo, with my draco, counting zeros
Kids they think I’m hero
Run up bitch, you stupid
I got shooters and they zooted
Bitch you talking, I’ma lose it
Off the earth, I’m fucking zooted
Real young street bitch, and I’m from the south side
Cross my heart, and hope to die
These niggas, they bound to die
I’m not with the sucker shit
I’m not with the fuckery
Made it out, I’m born to be, my niggas split a hundred P’s
Real young street bitch, and I’m from the south side
Cross my heart, and hope to die
These niggas, they bound to die
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