paroles de chanson South Memphis Rugrats (feat. PaperRoute Woo) - Remix - Young Dolph , PaperRoute Woo , Snupe Bandz
I
say
what
I
mean,
I
mean
what
I
say
Bitch
Gone
in
60
seconds,
never
let
a
bitch
stress
me
(uh-uh)
Before
the
microphone,
I
made
a
milli'
off
the
celly
(yeah)
I
love
to
see
her
walk
away
because
it
look
like
jelly
(shake)
Went
from
zero
to
60
in
two
seconds
on
Pirellis
I'm
always
at
the
jewelry
store,
I
got
a
diamond
fetish
(ice)
Smokin'
on
this
kale
while
I'm
countin'
up
this
lettuce
(yeah)
Stack
it
to
the
sky,
I
believe
that
I
can
fly
Told
the
man
in
the
mirror
that
"You
one
hell
of
a
guy"
"If
I
can
do
it,
so
can
you",
but
shit,
who
the
hell
am
I?
Who
said
it's
lonely
at
the
top?
'Cause
that's
a
motherfuckin'
lie
I
brought
my
homeboys
with
me,
ballin'
in
South
Memphis
like
Dubai
Rolls
Royces
back-to-back-to-back-to-back,
oh,
my
God
(God,
God,
God,
God,
God,
God,
God,
God,
God)
I
mean
that
shit
(God,
God,
God,
God,
God,
God,
God)
Hold
up,
let
me
finish
(wait)
She
so
fine,
I
put
it
in
and
tried
to
touch
her
kidneys
(rarr)
I'm
too
motherfuckin'
rich
to
go
and
eat
at
Denny's
(what?)
But
fuck
that,
I'm
in
a
Jack
Pirtle's
drive-thru
in
a
Bentley
(hey)
Front
seat
got
my
semi
(uh),
opps,
yeah,
I
got
plenty
(for
real,
though)
Playin'
with
these
M's,
but
I
started
out
with
pennies
(yeah)
A
hundo
in
my
skinnies
(yeah)
Louis
XIII,
shots
of
top-shelf
Remy
(yeah)
Grew
up
thuggin'
just
like
Hoover
Deuce,
baby
Jimmy
Bitch,
hey
(hey)
Yeah,
I
grew
up
thuggin',
I'm
a
South
Memphis
Rugrat
(Rugrat)
Baguettes
drippin'
on
my
neck,
these
bitches
love
that
(drip)
When
I
pop
out,
I
got
big,
gigantic,
stupid
racks
(big
racks)
Fuck
a
job,
I
beat
the
block,
I
had
to
flip
a
pack
(flip
it)
Self-made
nigga,
I'm
hustlin'
(hustlin')
Can't
go
back
to
the
days
when
I
ain't
have
nothin'
But
I
won't
forget
'bout
the
struggle
(nah)
I
was
just
stackin'
up
racks
in
the
trap
in
my
shoebox
Now
I
stuff
that
shit
in
a
duffle
(for
real)
My
plug
keep
sendin'
them
loads,
and
I
just
keep
flushin'
'em
Call
him
back,
I
need
another
one
(another
one)
Ridin'
'round
town
with
a
pocket
full
of
Jacksons,
I
stack
up
them
hundreds
and
50s
(50s)
Keep
me
a
Draco,
it
got
a
banana
clip
(Drac'),
and
the
AR
came
with
titties
Thirty-three
shots
in
my
Glock,
Scottie
Pippen
(yeah)
Double
my
cup,
so
you
know
what
I'm
sippin'
(double
up)
Really
havin'
this
shit,
nigga,
no,
I
ain't
trippin'
(nah)
Paper
Route
the
mob,
nigga,
I'm
never
flippin'
(yeah,
on
gang)
Yeah,
I
ain't
never
flippin'
(flippin')
Only
thing
that
a
young
nigga
is
flippin'
(yeah)is
these
motherfuckin'
packs
that
I'm
gettin'
(that
I'm
gettin')
And
I
ain't
worried
'bout
none
of
these
lil'
broke-ass
niggas
or
these
bitches
(bitches)
Everything
a
nigga
do
out
here
(yeah)
in
these
streets,
they
just
gon'
mimic
(mimic)
75-hundred
for
a
show,
lil'
nigga
(yeah),
I'm
booked,
ain't
no
gimmick
(no
gimmick)
All
my
cars
6.0s,
them
bitches
(6.0s)
V8,
yeah,
they
Hemis
(Hemis)
Young
nigga
really
havin'
motion,
I
done
served
the
whole
damn
Memphis
(Memphis)
Make
a
play
with
white,
it
end
up
bitter
or
Mac
Miller
(Mac
Miller)
Really
made
a
killin'
(a
killin'),
off
of
vacuum
sealin'
(sealin')
Never
been
in
love
'cause
(uh-uh)
I
can't
really
catch
no
feelings
(no
feelings)
Never
had
no
nine-to-five
(uh-uh)
'cause
I
love
drug
dealin'
(drug
dealin')
Been
up
in
that
field,
lil'
nigga,
go
and
ask
Lil'
Willy
(Lil'
Willy)
Beat
the
block
up
'til
the
dope
all
gone
(yeah,
yeah)
Trappin'
real,
real
hard
(yeah)
off
of
two
phones
(both
of
'em)
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