Da Phonky South

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Nell & Amber London - Rap, In English

Da Phonky South

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[Verse 1: Nell] Coming out that south from the 94 Where niggas losin' there life So I ride low cause I caught me a dime and I'm trna get hydro Penetration 'cause patience make it easy to see the location Life is embrassing Don't waste it, just make sure you reach the destination 'Cause niggas never see things eye to eye They see you on top of your game And they wanted the same But never tried The devil lies despise that I shot out the truth And face forty ounces brew Then cloud out the booth And sip that four jammin', that screw Tighten end niggas up if they lose Just give me a quick hit to the glitch So homie don't flitch Imma come home with the reggies I twist sense end to the ignorant mind of the misfits Take more day out of time to develop your rhymes to intelligent lines The rebellin' the life to a tec nigga Might have rat-tat-tat my 9mm gat go brat If they all keep increasing tax Imma let that big blow Explode as bodies hit the floor We walk in the White House, cut all the lights out Changing the rights and reading our rights out Cause I just don't give a fuck Can't get buck so I'm cuffing them up Cause the future is not and I'm bout to get payed So I'm radio time cause the sound is from days [Verse 2: Amber London] Coming down getting bank Smoking on that good dank Diamond against the wood Sippin' that shit you wish you could Drank, try to keep up with your image I can tell your heart is not in it You're not authentic you just a pretender Ain't no tellin' where you end up Coming down 4's be pokin' out I be totin' like that Paint so wet looking like a bitch drove through the rain What it do sippin' juice I'm a fly ass bitch, nigga Quit talking like a ho Telling lies on your dick Think you slick , but I'm slicker Got my hand on that clicker Better move quicker it's a stick-up For your face be on pictures They say they miss ya But that pistol hit your ass like a missile On my grizzle, smoking dro I let it blow just to little You know my flow just a riddle That I spit off the top And you gotta give me top before you get in my drop Amber London going hard I won't quit I won't stop And it's Thug Life bitch you know I get it from 'Pac

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Credits

Writers
  • Amber London
  • Nell