Lyrics Down south Hurricane Chris

Down south

(Verse)
Whoever said Hurricane don’t get money, put a dick in your mouth
Ratchet hoes don’t even know what they be talkin about
Been ballin since a young nigga, I watch my daddy stunt nigga
You watch your daddy get punked and probably put in the trunk
I’m super clean all these hoes like the way that I lean
She say she want that dumb dick so I’m making her scream
You wanna check me, well bitch I got a k with a bean
That 40 right here on my left, I never leave without my strap
Ok, let’s hit the club and get real niggas down
Fake niggas get snapped, eyes tight like a jap
4 giatos on my coup, I’ve been had that
And wherever cut on my whip yes the rims gonn match
Like I pull up in nike bitches have a panic attack
Cause my Louisiana drama make em throw me they cap
I’m on my way to the hotel with mouse throwing it back
They call me beat it out the frame what you know about that
I keep my hood in the air like I was fixin her neck
And nigga any disrespect could get you hit with a gack
So keep your money in your pocket unless you wanna get jacked
Represent that dirty south it ain’t no fakin on that

(Hook)
Let me take em down south for a minute, hold up, hold up
This way it’s real, let where niggas get killed at
Take em down south for a minute, take em down, down,
Take em down south, let me take em down south
Let me take em down south for a minute, hold up
Yo this way is real, let where niggas get killed at
Take em down south for a minute, take em down, take em down down,
Take em down south for a minute, take em down, take em down down,

(Verse)
I’m in the club on that liquor, pocket full of skrilla,
Can nobody tell me shit when I be thugging with my niggas
Neck colder than December, plus I’m strictly bout my figure
So twisted it feel like my body floating on a river
Free my nigga bad ass, look at lil mama
On a first, she got a mad ass,
And plus I feel like I can get her
Know she gonn let me hit her
My south already told me she be rolling on them jiggers
We sit em down the middle like I feel em and dismiss em
So loaded, I can’t hold it, fuck it, I’m wide open
Swerving all on the curbe, I can’t keep my eyes open
With a pocket full of money, I buy it if I want it
Yeah they call me hurricane and I slaughter my opponents
Twisted on that Patrone, taking shots to the dome
Louisiana rapper, black daily on chrome
Lil daddy think he fresh like me, he dead wrong

(Hook)
Let me take em down south for a minute, hold up, hold up
This way it’s real, let where niggas get killed at
Take em down south for a minute, take em down, down,
Take em down south, let me take em down south
Let me take em down south for a minute, hold up
Yo take em down south for a minute, hold up
Yo take em down south take em down, take em down down
Take em down south take em down, take em take em take em south
Take em down, take em
Take em take em down south take em down, take em down down
Take em down south take em down, take em take em take em
Take em take em take em down south
Let me take em down south for a minute, hold up
Yo this way it’s real, let where niggas get killed at
Take em down south for a minute, take em down, down,
Take em down south for a minute, take em down, down,

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