PxpFlu - Southern Home Lyrics

Fckn up dem digits baby dats what i do best
F*ck dem other nigahs shawty come run up a check
Veteran a vet pimpin at its best
Baby ima dog u c dis collar on ma neck
Chains ima flex em groupies wanna sex em
Ex hoes text em f*ck it iont press em
I heard dat ya friends wanna suck me ima let em
Only if u fck around i aint tryna sweat em
I heard dat u were talkin to ya old nigah since i left u lone
3 missed call on ya mutha f*ckin phone
Ima cus ya out cuz u mutha fckn wrong
Only 4 days i been gone whatcha on?
Look at these nigahs everything dat gold aint glitter
I put ice ma lean thats chiller
Heart cold might need chinchilla
Heart cold like f*ck is winter
You can roll w me no swisher
N we let it flow like river
Im finna break u dwn n build ya

Im takin off n u aint around
Im comin dwn n u aint around no
No no no, no...

I aint got time 4 da games, u wanna b playin
U aint sayin my name, den what is u sayin
U used to da lames, den stay in ya lane
I aint in no lane, i pj da plane
I roll up da flame n let go da stress
Da stress on my brain u dont understand
Member u sayin u wanna b love
U wanna b bugged, but soon as i come w all of my love
Why do u run, why do u hide ya feelings inside
And put me aside, while im ona rise
U say u dnt love me dat shit is a lie
Fuq dat nigah u talk to i get dem bands 4 a walk threw
Broke n he cannot afford u
Me is who u lookin forward too
U kno ma love is portable
F*ck if im hatin im horrible
Dats just how im feelin
Limit da sky like f*ck a cealin
Drop dat top like fck a roof
4 door like fck a coupe
Sippin lean like f*ck is juice
I aint got time now fckn choose it
You on my mind im bouta loose it
I am the 1 now let me prove it
(Come on t)