letra de down in the south - bun b & cory mo
[chorus: 24hrs]
i know these n—– tryin’ to figure me out
you can picture me rollin’ on 84’s with the windows up, smokin’ (cory mo)
inhalin’ it and blowin’ it out
listenin’ to these country-rap tunes while we cruise deep down in the south
[verse 1: bun b]
welcome to texas, the land of syrup and slabs
the home of robert davis, where fo’s sw-ng on the ave’
paper is up for grabs if you know how to chase it
and the cups is full of candy if you willin’ to taste it
we ain’t got no pretty beaches with blue water to soak in
but, we got some pretty b-tches that’s gon’ bust it wide open
wе ain’t got no legal weed that you can buy in a jar
but i can put you down with some gas you can put in your car
this is the south, wе in the house and steady holdin’
rims pokin’ out without a doubt in the latest golden
them boys known my whip’s immaculate, swervin’ through all the traffic
it’s never too hard to find when the neon shine in the back of it
them pistols, we packin’ it, and no concealin’
so, we stay ready to reciprocate however you feelin’
still represent for the trill from the land that started it
put up your starter kit, i ain’t the n—- to start it with, b-tch
[chorus: 24hrs & akeem ali]
i know these n—– tryin’ to figure me out
you can picture me rollin’ on 84’s with the windows up, smokin’
inhalin’ it and blowin’ it out
listenin’ to these country-rap tunes while we cruise deep down in the south
i know these n—– tryin’ to figure me out
you can picture me rollin’ on 84’s with the windows up, smokin’
inhalin’ it and blowin’ it out (ayy, ayy, rollin’)
listenin’ to these country-rap tunes while we cruise deep down in the south (yeah, rollin’)
[verse 2: akeem ali]
well, it’s the n—- from the jack’, i stack and acrobat that cabbage
and everytime i’m in the h that sh-t just activate my savage
i’m a mississippi mud baby that fell in love with trunk poppin’
that candy paint in the nighttime made a n—- put in his sunblock
got one bopper on go for me
she was real stiff, then loosened up and hit a lil’ flip
i said, “real girls gon’ get down on the floor for me”
now i’m from the land of the cornbread-fed, five [?]
looked at the clock and it said deion, that’s how i knew that sh-t was prime time
i vibe, flyin’ down 220, hit 55 and the let trunk vibrate the vehicle
from the place where they make a dollar out of fifteen, n—-, i had three nickels
still popped out in the city where they pull the street sweepers and the mops out
i’m the greatest, mane, when they say my name it’s gon’ feel like a mouthful of pop rocks
i done boxed out from a chop block
i beat the odds, they got knocked out
we ride old schools and let the guts show like the pontiac got on a crop top
i done got hot, them n—– mad they got got a n—- and they got got
i let my nuts hang like i walk around with my c-ck out
i’m [?]
[chorus: 24hrs]
i know these n—– tryin’ to figure me out
you can picture me rollin’ on 84’s with the windows up, smokin’
inhalin’ it and blowin’ it out
listenin’ to these country-rap tunes while we cruise deep down in the south
i know these n—– tryin’ to figure me out
you can picture me rollin’ on 84’s with the windows up, smokin’
inhalin’ it and blowin’ it out
listenin’ to these country-rap tunes while we cruise deep down in the south
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