down to talk it out, it's not my style i'm here to shout. so come on push me, push me now, come on give me now, what i need from you, is a threat, it
gave me your word then that right price was giving Trend setters, Hamptons live better In the mansions lamping, plaid pants a thin sweater Top floor gusevoir see me
to find Sunshine, trying to make a million hustling got to dodge One time, I keep my head up even though I feel like giving up Sometimes, Keep your head
sleeve I'm making a deuce to the pistol pad But I'm figgering that hoe, and she call me hurt Whatever take yourself, or the blood gon squirt Give me
me know you really care Cuz now I'm feeling driven Into a love that's not right there [Chorus:] Why do you make me feel this way Feeling betrayed, feeling pushed
drank Yeah I pop, and I lean Might see me on M.L. King Burnin rubber, burnin green Might see me, envisions with some pretty bitches, ballin g Might see me
about You may be a lady But I'll knock you out Wrap my knuckles upside your head Make you take back Every damn thing you said You play with me Gonna
hurricane And my head's about to explode Can't wait to self-destruct Can't wait to let it go Woah-oh She hits the stage Woah-oh She makes me crave So
You turn me off at the push of a button And you pretend that I don't mean nothing i'm not a saint, that's easy to tell But guess what, honey, it ain't
Yeah, so amazing, we blazing and changing the bounds Grazing y'all niggas, with something aiming to taking you out We never resort to any measure to keep you with me
been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss Nailed to the cross it's time to return My only concern is makin sure that Hollywood burn, Hollywood burn, burn
page I got the one-two gauge baritone to the izm fan Trees fall so I can play ground with my ink So let me need ya to my ems go I push the infinite and
Nah not me nigga Who you lookin at? Nah not me nigga Who you lookin at? Nah not me nigga Im for real Nah not me nigga [CHORUS] SOUTHSIDE [X2]
Situation is difficult My calibre won't allow me to rhyme on a level where your people can hear me, see me Guess I know you wanna be me In the meantime
up and itched my butt, I'm like, "what?" Everybody tripped and called me the clown devil boy Child of the witch heffer...whatever Tied me up, burned me
my hand give me a hundred grand, give me your watch, give me your chain that's your girl, bitch get over here, give me some brain I'll bust of on her
