Down South.

Lyrics

We goin down south
 Down south where the sun stays out
 Cold drinks, bad bitches, ass out
 (Ha!)
 Ass out, ass out, ass out
 (Switch up)
 I just need more Hennessy
 More jealousy
 Gotta get this bad mama right up next to me
 She like to drop it low, then she bring it up slow
 She gets the best of me
 She gets the best of me
 Do you wanna go somewhere safe with Indigo?
 Put your number in my phone
 I'll call you when I'm alone
 Put that ass up on my throne
 I can't do this shit alone
 Every kings got his queen
 Every dogs got a bone
 Every dogs gotta bone
 I'm just tryna take you home
 I'm just tryna lose your clothes
 I'm not tryna sleep alone
 Let me put you in your zone
 Don't talk back, don't give no tone
 I don't care bout the cash we've blown
 I just need more Hennessy
 More jealousy
 Gotta get this bad mama right up next to me
 She like to drop it low, then she bring it up slow
 She gets the best of me
 She gets the best of me
 We goin down south
 Down south where the sun stays out
 Cold drinks, bad bitches, ass out
 (Ha!)
 Ass out, ass out, ass out
 You got me fucked up
 You just want lust, thats not love
 I just want your trust real tight, baseball glove
 You be actin sus, and I think I've had enough
 She a real freak, yea she likes gettin cuffed
 Now I call her teddy cause she steady gettin stuffed
 Fly across the country just to blow a couple Bucks
 Not talkin cash, I'm talkin NBA
 (Milwaukee!)
 She get V.I.P. but she don't have to pay
 No she don't have to pay
 She flyin overseas
 I hope she gets a flight back home, but that's not guaranteed
 What are your beliefs?
 What are your beliefs?
 Do not talk to me, please
 I just need more Hennessy
 More jealousy
 Gotta get this bad mama right up next to me
 She like to drop it low, then she bring it up slow
 She gets the best of me
 She gets the best of me
 We goin down south
 (Down south!)
 Down south where the sun stays out
 (Stays out!)
 Cold drinks, bad bitches, ass out
 (Ass out!)
 Ass out, ass out, ass out
 She got her ass out
 I'm smoking big loud
 Shawty wanna pull up to my crib you not allowed
 Instead we bottoms up
 Pinky fingers to the sky!
 More blunts, more shots more lines!
 No, no
 I don't fuck no hoes
 I found me a baddie she feel it she curl them toes
 She likes me the most when we wake up on the East Coast
 Give her dick for breakfast, then I whip her up some toast, like
 Oh, oh
 We walkin in the sand
 Barefoot Pink Moscato an Gelato in her hand
 She don't got a man you see her rockin with Indi
 Come here baby let me tell you what I need
 I just need more Hennessy
 More jealousy
 Gotta get this bad mama right up next to me
 She like to drop it low, then she bring it up slow
 She gets the best of me
 She gets the best of me
 We goin down south
 (Down south!)
 Down south where the sun stays out
 (Stays out!)
 Cold drinks, bad bitches, ass out
 (Ass out!)
 Ass out, ass out, ass out
 

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Duration
02:52
Key
9
Tempo
120 BPM

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