KEEP IT SOUTHERN

Album cover art for "KEEP IT SOUTHERN" by BROCKHAMPTON

BROCKHAMPTON - Rap, Hardcore Rap

KEEP IT SOUTHERN

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[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract] Critique sauce, 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 So dramatize my sexuality, but, baby, make it sanitized Just to make the motherfuckers feel it, 'cause it's hammer-sized Deeper in that 'Lanta 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 thе ones that run your city turn against you, who do I trust? I seen them lined up and loadеd, some of them boys even look like us Man, I love my cup, double up, and I fuck my thugs, that's love (Merlyn) [Chorus: Kevin Abstract] 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, your life, your life, your life, your— (Merlyn) [Verse 2: Merlyn Wood] Fishing in Nazareth, tryna catch a bad bitch Burning big bushes, but they never burn to ashes Catch 'em with the baseline, 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, float and 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 always entrust in Yes, Lord, give it to me, yes, Lord, give it to me God made melody so I could make money, money [Chorus: Kevin Abstract] 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, your life, your life, your life, your—

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Credits

Writers
  • Kevin Abstract
  • Kiko Merley
  • Romil Hemnani
  • Jonah Abraham
  • Grant Lapointe
  • Merlyn Wood