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bottle my piss - south strip lyrics

[intro: christ dillinger]
yeah
uh

[chorus: christ dillinger]
remember when i couldn’t get into college
i never thought that i’d be living like this
now all these n*ggas be mad that we made it
these n*ggas be hatin’, they ballin’ they fist
alexander mcqueen, i mix that with the prada
mix that with the louis, mix that with the wrist
so much lean in my cup, you could bottle my p*ss
i’m too high in this b*tch, so please, don’t take no pics
[verse 1: coolboifresh]
i know some n*ggas that pull up and wet your whole block just for a three*point*five
i know some n*ggas that say that they k!llers, i pull up with k!llers, see fake in they eyes
i know some n*ggas that’s sayin’ they real, but they pull up, they 3.14, pi
i know some n*ggas that say that they livin’ like that but not livin’ like that, they a lie
n*ggas some hoes and sh*t, they not playin’ they role and sh*t
i’ma stick to the script, they gon’ pay for a check, i’ma keep me a roll’ and sh*t
i might pop me a ‘script and go f*ck on that b*tch, i might go and promote the kid
and these hoes suck d*cks to they throat, send shwinny in, like, “man, you know it”

[verse 2: shogee2k]
uh, 2k baby and i’m at it again
[?] addict so i’m bustin’ packs if i’m needin’ my chicken, f*ck minimum wage
i seen my dog whip that sh*t all in the kitchen but i wasn’t trippin’
i earned my own earnings, i’m punchin’ the place
now that i’m workin’, i can afford a plate
flippin’ the table on people who do what i do
put in, i got what it take, do you know what is at stake?
all in my room, i was a jit, all full of hate
wlways entombed with my mistakes
mama done told me, “boy, you cannot fold
you chosen, know that you always been great”
well, mama, just know i keep my heart frozen, [?]

[chorus: christ dillinger]
remember when i couldn’t get into college
i never thought that i’d be living like this
now all these n*ggas be mad that we made it
these n*ggas be hatin’, they ballin’ they fist
alexander mcqueen, i mix that with the prada
mix that with the louis, mix that with the wrist
so much lean in my cup, you could bottle my p*ss
i’m too high in this b*tch, so please, don’t take no pics
[verse 3: christ dillinger]
me and my n*ggas done ran up a bag h*lla quick ’cause we know that there’s no time to waste
[?] myself ’til i see my sh*t goin’ up, that let me know i should pick up the pace
‘member n*ggas i knew from way back in the day that got caught in the game and they caught ’em a case
if you was not f*ckin’ with [?] dillinger, don’t pass that block ’cause that sh*t probably laced
i sold bro my own songs, don’t need promo for bars, so my food on the floor, i’ma eat like a dog
i ain’t payin’ no n*gga to review my song, why the f*ck would i pay you? i’ll put myself on
she shakin’ that ass like she just had a seizure, her ass is so fat that it gave me a fever
we got too much drip, so we might need a mop, keep a stick by the door in the recording spot

[verse 4: shwinn]
came from the mud, we ain’t never had toys, just twenty*twos, nine*millimeters, four*fives
grew up in triple my digits, our decimals different, this 7.62 in my fye
ain’t sh*t to beef with a n*gga, i’m not one to go back and forth, you been known to switch sides
n*ggas been actin’ like b*tches, i swear to god, you can see it [?]
now my hoes is lit, tell my shawty, “them hoes is sis'”
better run with a pole, i insist, and all of my foes still pitch
you’d think it was 2:00 am how me and my friends still goin’ in
better watch how you come out your trap, p*ssy, you steal a pack and i’ll roll your mans

- south strip lyrics

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