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Tekster: Chip Tha Ripper. The Entrance.

Yeah, we in the south.
Me and my niggas,
we in the south.
Make roll (make some roll),
we in the south.
Bitch, bitch. We in the south

(roll that shit up nigga)

Yeah,

I'm mister, young nigga that came straight out the jungle jumanji,
Chillin on St. Clair where you can find me,
Escalade, pistol beside me,
If you don't know me don't say hi cause imma be thinkin that you try to rob me,
Round my hood these niggas in grimy,
Off in the cut, where you can find me,
Makin the room cloudy,
Makin the puff puff pass we rolled the personal blunts,
Getting that bread, often the case on the first of the month,
I travel the map, lettin these ho's know how these Cleveland niggas get down,
From ho ass niggas back at the crib,
Tried to play me, lickin me now,
I got your bitch, never pick up the phone unless I'm in town,
She stalkin me, doin her research tryin to find out when I'm comin around,
These ho's just wanna be seen,
I'm not gonna showcase you out past,
Louie Vuitton this and that,
Deus hangin off my ass

Yeah, we in the south,
Me and my niggas,
We in the south,
Make roll (make some roll nigga),
We in the south,
Bitch, bitch,
We in the south

Travel all across the map (Slabby and Tygga)
As, ask em bout Chip they gonna say,
Oh yeah I'm feelin that (roll that shit up nigga)
(we in the south, we in the south) As, ask em bout Chip they gonna say,
Oh yeah I'm feelin that.


(Slabby and Tig, nigga)
(We in the south, we in the south)

Slabby and T
I let my pants sag to let the whole world know,
I'm is a nigga,
And if you disrespect me then,
Imma fuck this bitch up,
I'm fresher than a mother fucker workin everyday tryin to get my shit right,
Tryin to maintain in this cold world is like heel toein on thin ice,
Lightin up now some THC,
Focus on more (not sure what he says)
So much stress in my life there's a whole nother world of problems,
Been a young G my whole life so many of these niggas can't stop me,
Like these niggas is bitch made,
I'm what you can't copy,
I'm so cold these ho's know,
In the club, blowin smoke,
Gettin shows, not choosin,
Niggas in here straight losin,
Me and my niggas just touchdown,
Now we in here scorin,
Make some room for these ho's yo,
Keep that Rosa pourin, we good.

Yeah, we in the south,
Me and my niggas,
We in the south,
Make roll (make some roll nigga),
We in the south,
Bitch, bitch,
We in the south.

Travel all across the map (Slabby and Tygga),
As, ask em bout Chip they gonna say,
Oh yeah I'm feelin that (roll that shit up nigga)
(We in the south, we in the south) As, ask em bout Chip they gonna say,
Oh yeah I'm feelin that.

Chip Tha Ripper