KEEP IT SOUTHERN
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β±οΈ 2:13 duration
π ID: 22946118
π Lyrics
Critiques us, critique harsh
Have a barber at my funeral, make sure my niggas cut right
Line-ups like they fresh for a flight, my whole life been glamorized
Some dramatized my sexuality, but baby make it sanitized
Just make the motherfuckers feel it, 'cause it's hammer-sized
Deep in the Atlanta night, we all felt them Bama skies
Move my niggas to Montana, only keep a landline
Holler if you feel me, this feel like the night that 'Pac died
Finna hire more niggas that look like us
And when thΠ΅ ones around your city turn against you, who do I trust?
I seen them lined up and loadΠ΅d, some of them boys even look like us
Man, I love my cup, double up, and I fuck my thugs, that's love (Merlyn)
I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya
Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control
My life, life, life, life
I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya
Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control
Your life, life, life, life (Merlyn)
Fishing in Nazareth, tryna catch a bad bitch
Burning big bushes but they never burn to ashes
Catch 'em with the bass line, bring 'em to my palace
Like how my mind sharper than a Samurai tick
One hit of this make the sky redder than red
Ran for forty nights but I sting like Cassius
Inside her thighs, that's aurora borealis
That's my mirror-mirror, missionary secondary
Sorry, baby, baby, know you lookin' for a hubby
But the blue faces only thing I wasn't trustin'
Yes, Lord, give it to me, yes, Lord, give it to me
God made melody so I could make money, money
And I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya
Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control
My life, life, life, life
I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya
Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control
Your life, life, life, life
Have a barber at my funeral, make sure my niggas cut right
Line-ups like they fresh for a flight, my whole life been glamorized
Some dramatized my sexuality, but baby make it sanitized
Just make the motherfuckers feel it, 'cause it's hammer-sized
Deep in the Atlanta night, we all felt them Bama skies
Move my niggas to Montana, only keep a landline
Holler if you feel me, this feel like the night that 'Pac died
Finna hire more niggas that look like us
And when thΠ΅ ones around your city turn against you, who do I trust?
I seen them lined up and loadΠ΅d, some of them boys even look like us
Man, I love my cup, double up, and I fuck my thugs, that's love (Merlyn)
I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya
Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control
My life, life, life, life
I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya
Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control
Your life, life, life, life (Merlyn)
Fishing in Nazareth, tryna catch a bad bitch
Burning big bushes but they never burn to ashes
Catch 'em with the bass line, bring 'em to my palace
Like how my mind sharper than a Samurai tick
One hit of this make the sky redder than red
Ran for forty nights but I sting like Cassius
Inside her thighs, that's aurora borealis
That's my mirror-mirror, missionary secondary
Sorry, baby, baby, know you lookin' for a hubby
But the blue faces only thing I wasn't trustin'
Yes, Lord, give it to me, yes, Lord, give it to me
God made melody so I could make money, money
And I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya
Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control
My life, life, life, life
I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya
Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control
Your life, life, life, life
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.58] Critiques us, critique harsh
[00:02.18] Have a barber at my funeral, make sure my niggas cut right
[00:05.39] Line-ups like they fresh for a flight, my whole life been glamorized
[00:08.32] Some dramatized my sexuality, but baby make it sanitized
[00:11.61] Just make the motherfuckers feel it, 'cause it's hammer-sized
[00:14.63] Deep in the Atlanta night, we all felt them Bama skies
[00:17.60] Move my niggas to Montana, only keep a landline
[00:20.57] Holler if you feel me, this feel like the night that 'Pac died
[00:23.22] Finna hire more niggas that look like us
[00:25.74] And when thΠ΅ ones around your city turn against you, who do I trust?
[00:28.46] I seen them lined up and loadΠ΅d, some of them boys even look like us
[00:31.71] Man, I love my cup, double up, and I fuck my thugs, that's love (Merlyn)
[00:34.62] I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya
[00:37.74] I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya
[00:40.70] Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control
[00:43.25] My life, life, life, life
[00:46.43] I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya
[00:49.57] I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya
[00:52.31] Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control
[00:55.13] Your life, life, life, life (Merlyn)
[00:58.03] Fishing in Nazareth, tryna catch a bad bitch
[01:00.63] Burning big bushes but they never burn to ashes
[01:03.52] Catch 'em with the bass line, bring 'em to my palace
[01:06.64] Like how my mind sharper than a Samurai tick
[01:09.49] One hit of this make the sky redder than red
[01:12.50] Ran for forty nights but I sting like Cassius
[01:15.29] Inside her thighs, that's aurora borealis
[01:18.29] That's my mirror-mirror, missionary secondary
[01:20.86] Sorry, baby, baby, know you lookin' for a hubby
[01:23.85] But the blue faces only thing I wasn't trustin'
[01:26.89] Yes, Lord, give it to me, yes, Lord, give it to me
[01:29.65] God made melody so I could make money, money
[01:32.62] And I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya
[01:35.69] I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya
[01:38.26] Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control
[01:41.33] My life, life, life, life
[01:44.32] I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya
[01:47.04] I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya
[01:49.98] Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control
[01:52.55] Your life, life, life, life
[01:55.58]
[00:02.18] Have a barber at my funeral, make sure my niggas cut right
[00:05.39] Line-ups like they fresh for a flight, my whole life been glamorized
[00:08.32] Some dramatized my sexuality, but baby make it sanitized
[00:11.61] Just make the motherfuckers feel it, 'cause it's hammer-sized
[00:14.63] Deep in the Atlanta night, we all felt them Bama skies
[00:17.60] Move my niggas to Montana, only keep a landline
[00:20.57] Holler if you feel me, this feel like the night that 'Pac died
[00:23.22] Finna hire more niggas that look like us
[00:25.74] And when thΠ΅ ones around your city turn against you, who do I trust?
[00:28.46] I seen them lined up and loadΠ΅d, some of them boys even look like us
[00:31.71] Man, I love my cup, double up, and I fuck my thugs, that's love (Merlyn)
[00:34.62] I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya
[00:37.74] I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya
[00:40.70] Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control
[00:43.25] My life, life, life, life
[00:46.43] I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya
[00:49.57] I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya
[00:52.31] Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control
[00:55.13] Your life, life, life, life (Merlyn)
[00:58.03] Fishing in Nazareth, tryna catch a bad bitch
[01:00.63] Burning big bushes but they never burn to ashes
[01:03.52] Catch 'em with the bass line, bring 'em to my palace
[01:06.64] Like how my mind sharper than a Samurai tick
[01:09.49] One hit of this make the sky redder than red
[01:12.50] Ran for forty nights but I sting like Cassius
[01:15.29] Inside her thighs, that's aurora borealis
[01:18.29] That's my mirror-mirror, missionary secondary
[01:20.86] Sorry, baby, baby, know you lookin' for a hubby
[01:23.85] But the blue faces only thing I wasn't trustin'
[01:26.89] Yes, Lord, give it to me, yes, Lord, give it to me
[01:29.65] God made melody so I could make money, money
[01:32.62] And I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya
[01:35.69] I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya
[01:38.26] Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control
[01:41.33] My life, life, life, life
[01:44.32] I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya
[01:47.04] I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya
[01:49.98] Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control
[01:52.55] Your life, life, life, life
[01:55.58]