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Southside Yungstaz Video (MV)




Performed By: Wilshire
Language: English
Length: 1:59
Written by: William Wilson Jr




Wilshire - Southside Yungstaz Lyrics




I been creeping in the back inner winter my solid frosty innards
Ice atop the isotopes it's isolated fire sinner
Climbing up the counter coat a churches with the loudest smoke
A poke or prod to make you joke and tell the tropes they not my blokes

I say wilshire well mannered like a black slave
Darker nights abyss while I'm hungover in the batcave
Black days darker than the jamaco in tampico waves
Soul savior tryna smoke a moon rock for green day

Concert conversation on conventions that the Mac paved
Dealer of the dope I'm tryna make you crave the pack bake
Pies up on the seal of the window up in her ocean
Breaking down the f*cking walls from the aqua causing commotion

I'm eloping with the dangerous daughter insider topics
Tell me break the f*cking bed of my enemy never stopping
I been working on it since the day of death 07 that got me blessed
My nigga Twig a duo team them truest seeds ain't slowing less

I ain't making no waves this shit tidal it's flashing
The waves cause panic in masses it caused a chain of reaction
My stress attacking like magnets it make me wanna be ashes
I might combust from the stove and leave them embers attaching

This guh been asking the D and a K bitch I ain't Donkey Kong
No ket I don't sell any vapes then I just grab the Bong
The smoke be blowing over the same she want it in her guts
I say I give world if you wait then I just left and spun

A right in the benz a blicky packing in my pants
She ask it's happy that you see me I say iron in my threads
I ain't asking for the top that shit is never in demand
And I asking for the glock because that shit been in my hands

I seen a nigga jumped the last week a beat down bruise
I looked and turned the other cheek cuz I ain't bout them moves
I grew up tryna stay asleep and I said f*ck them schools
Cuz rules been making me feel sick nah I can't beat my juul nigga

I don't wanna face the shit nah I ain't tryna face the problems
I been locking in my cage cuz I don't even wanna bother
With the bitches and niggas who gon act like canon fodder
I ain't happy with the ceiling sky is falling never caught her

I don't wanna face the shit nah I ain't tryna face the problems
I been locking in my cage cuz I don't even wanna bother
With the bitches and niggas who gon act like canon fodder
I ain't happy with the ceiling sky is falling never caught her
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I been creeping in the back inner winter my solid frosty innards
Ice atop the isotopes it's isolated fire sinner
Climbing up the counter coat a churches with the loudest smoke
A poke or prod to make you joke and tell the tropes they not my blokes

I say wilshire well mannered like a black slave
Darker nights abyss while I'm hungover in the batcave
Black days darker than the jamaco in tampico waves
Soul savior tryna smoke a moon rock for green day

Concert conversation on conventions that the Mac paved
Dealer of the dope I'm tryna make you crave the pack bake
Pies up on the seal of the window up in her ocean
Breaking down the f*cking walls from the aqua causing commotion

I'm eloping with the dangerous daughter insider topics
Tell me break the f*cking bed of my enemy never stopping
I been working on it since the day of death 07 that got me blessed
My nigga Twig a duo team them truest seeds ain't slowing less

I ain't making no waves this shit tidal it's flashing
The waves cause panic in masses it caused a chain of reaction
My stress attacking like magnets it make me wanna be ashes
I might combust from the stove and leave them embers attaching

This guh been asking the D and a K bitch I ain't Donkey Kong
No ket I don't sell any vapes then I just grab the Bong
The smoke be blowing over the same she want it in her guts
I say I give world if you wait then I just left and spun

A right in the benz a blicky packing in my pants
She ask it's happy that you see me I say iron in my threads
I ain't asking for the top that shit is never in demand
And I asking for the glock because that shit been in my hands

I seen a nigga jumped the last week a beat down bruise
I looked and turned the other cheek cuz I ain't bout them moves
I grew up tryna stay asleep and I said f*ck them schools
Cuz rules been making me feel sick nah I can't beat my juul nigga

I don't wanna face the shit nah I ain't tryna face the problems
I been locking in my cage cuz I don't even wanna bother
With the bitches and niggas who gon act like canon fodder
I ain't happy with the ceiling sky is falling never caught her

I don't wanna face the shit nah I ain't tryna face the problems
I been locking in my cage cuz I don't even wanna bother
With the bitches and niggas who gon act like canon fodder
I ain't happy with the ceiling sky is falling never caught her
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Writer: William Wilson Jr
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