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Big Moe - Throwedsville lyrics
f/ A3, Dirty $ (*talking*) Ha, Southside, worldwide Know I'm tal'n bout, hold up [Hook] I just want to bang my screw, and roll in my Seville Jackers try to take my shit, so I must pack my steel Way down here in Throwedsville, you know we keep it real Run up trying to take my shit, and boy you might get killed [A3] There's a motherfucking nigga, wanna come and try to jack my shit I'm in a Double R tech'd up, rolling with a extra clip And if I flip the switch, then I'ma kill a bitch And leave a nigga face down, with a extra stitch Over here in Throwedsville, you can catch a playa flipping in a blue Seville Hand locked up, around a wood grain wheel And the other wrapped tight around a block of steel, we can pop that grill If you flip your lid, treat my car like a pint to sip I know the bitch happy, cause she hit the boulevard talking loud Now we showing off our shining grill Hoes like eww he think he real, don't front trick y'all know the deal Sluts just mad, cause I'm sliding on glass And she won't open up so they can chill, I know how you feel But I know your plot, that's how a nigga wind up getting shot Lay off his game, I may bring one in a vacant spot Trying to hit the twat, but I know how them haters flow Trying to creep up onside my do', find yourself with bullet holes Fresh out of a chrome 4-4, naw nigga Try to run up get dogged nigga, mad cause a playa boss hogg nigga Swangas, Vogues, screens fall nigga Slabbed out, riding like the laws nigga Trying to jack me, oh no I'm on my note, get the heat off the flo' Dirty South we keep it sowed, cock it back and let it go [Hook] [Big Moe] M-O-E, still repping S.U.C Told you boys, can't plex with me Swang down, in a candy Top popped up, sitting on three's Niggaz be watching me, just like hoes Escalade, two blunts two O's Six T.V.'s, up in my console That's how Dirty South, playas stay thoed I'm swolled, (love it mayn) On my note, when I'm switching lanes All y'all niggaz, trying to knock my game Cause I got your dame, trying to rock my chain Well move around, if you's a hater Boss through the fog, cause a nigga playa Infrared beam, for a perpetrator Flee the scene, Moe see you later One dude, came up stepping Cause we slowed out dranked out, bang Screw Dumb fool, I'll turn you blue Bring your crew, and they could get it too A gang of soldiers, who refuse to lose Street fame, cause I paid my dues Y'all ready for war, y'all lace your shoes Y'all touch my car, y'all getting bruised [Hook] [Dirty $] One more time, let a playa come down Watch a playa come through, doing things a playa do Acting bad hold the slab, wood wheel I'ma grab Mayn it gots to be a Caddy, when I'm swinging on the Avy L-Boots gon jam, bitches get the cab We be crawling like a crab, chunk the deuce giving dab Out this clap, with pop trunk crack The fifth and the straps, Texas plates doing laps On every inch of the map na-na, now we bout to break the bank Riding candy paint, nigga fuck what you think Paint gon stank, then I rank on increase As we bang to the West, and we mob through the East Heat kept in hands reach, leave it stashed between the seats Cause jackers peep quick to cheat, soon as you fall asleep On these streets, or do you still relieve with a 4-5 Swinging wide and sitting pretty, on that buck hide Be that lead to grow on, keep a pint to po' for Got dro to blow on, so bought that so own Down South gon roll homes, Down South be like maan Chrome and swangas on the sand, at the beach in Galvestan By that bar, playas gon ball Haters gon knock, a glock gon get em up off my jock Know I'm saying, stop playing [Hook] (*talking*) Know I'm tal'n bout, am I weak And that's for all you hoe ass niggaz That said I can't rap, biiiaaatch Now run tellat, run tell it, ha-ha |
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