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letra de southside america - neighborhood ceo

[intro: one glo]

yeaah yeaah yeaaah

(jt you done did it again)

[chorus: one glo]
i’m a real street n-gga no i can’t let em make it
i serve you a pound and don’t even have to weigh it
see this real trap sh-t lets get back to the basics
i bought me a hemi just to go in race it
they callin’ me glo with the p’s in the bas-m-nt
i’m draped in designer and these n-ggas can’t face it
i came with the sticks yeah i love and embrace em’
don’t play with the gang we pull up and be sprayin’
hop out pop out
we blow like a fan you can’t get no feature if you don’t got no bands
i came in this b-tch with ducc and taliban
that 40 it hit em’ make a n-gga dance
i love this rap sh-t do it for my fans
i’m stackin’ my racks so i can buy me a benz
these n-ggas they hatin’ they all for pretend

[verse 1: one glo]
i put a patek in motion these n-ggas they roaches my n-ggas they to f-ckin’ clever
we hop out with sticks on whoever
i pray to the lord cause i sin for the devil
i was stuck at the bottom they said i wouldn’t make it
but look at us now see they all celebratin’
been waiting on m’s mama told us be patient
now look at us now runnin’ them racks threw the bas-m-nt
police be har-ssin’ his -ss just be hatin’ i catch his -ss lacking do him like a haitian
i’m not a rapper no not a trapper i swear to god i don’t know how i made it
pop me a perk in i swear i be faded
i’m off a molly i’m suited and booted
play with the gang we pull up in we shoot you
i’m the king of the jungle i swear i be ruthless
the streets turned me to a savage they think i’m from h-ll cause i got that flame like a dragon
i swear these n-ggas be cappin’ when i catch him lacking we gone wipe his -ss like a napkin
we gone wrap him like some tape see i’m rockin’ bape the drip it came with some fashion
the sticks it came with clips play with gang and we gone take yo lips

[verse 2: shrimp kaash]
you made me get out of character
real street n-gga southside america
i done put 10 bands in the register
i’m a slam down a b-tch like a wrestler
2 dracs not the same but they similar
neighborhood sh-t that’s the key signature
n-gga gettin’ out of line i’m a finish him
that’s yo dawg gotta k!ll him cause you came with him
free my dawg out the mothaf-ckin’ chain system
he a op so you know i can’t hang wit him
draco clear the scene what happen?
high five on yo block get to clappin’
get down get down the feds came in you know what i did?
i hid the load in the mattress
21 choppas and 21 n-ggas you that my gang is some savages
that bullsh-t i am not havin’ it
got a whole lot of pints in the cabinet
i’m mixing tea and the activist
this drip on me got to be fabulous
he get out of line i just bought a draco
i load up the draco i pull out the draco
i aim at his face p-ssy -ss n-gga do a backflip (yeah)

- neighborhood ceo

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