Slowed Killas (feat. Chris Travis & Yung Simmie)
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[Intro]
K-Killas of South Parkway deep as 'cific
Killas of South Parkway deep as the pacific
K-Killas of South Parkway deep as 'cific
Killas of South Parkway deep as the pacific
[Hook]
Killas of South Parkway deep as the pacific
Best you be watching your back as we fuck up all the competition
Killas of South Parkway deep as the pacific
Best you be watching your back as we fuck up all the competition
Killas of South Parkway deep as the pacific
Best you be watching your back as we fuck up all the competition
Killas of South Parkway deep as the pacific
South Memphis pro, South South Memphis pro
[Verse 1: Chris Travis]
When I'm talking money, bitch I don't wanna hear your voice
Call me baby lotion, I can leave that pink pussy moist
I'm a real nigga, everybody tell lies though
I can't tell a lie 'less it's dealing with my side ho
Pull up on big me, I'm just thinking 'bout my cash flow
I don't give a fuck bitch, consider me an asshole
Smoking on this gas, hell nah you can't hit my dope
I'mma let 'em have it, I get ratchet, I'm about to blow
I'mma keep it real, you niggas know I'm from the Memphis Ten
Down in the south bitch get wrong, we will split your wig
Ain't got shit to do, but get rich, I'm about my money and
If a nigga test me, he get [?], it's that fire bitch
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Yung Simmie]
Back in the days, all my niggas had to get that cake
Never was afraid, he could get that nine to his face
In my state, boy you see that duffel you get ate
Nigga I'm fresh out the cage, puttin' fake rappers on my plate
I'm smoking great, must get high, must elevate
Now my niggas is on again
False complaining and they smell and stank
And now I'm smoking loud, on the phone while I'm doing my rounds
I'm smoking great, must get high, must elevate
Now my niggas is on again
False complaining and they smell and stank
And now I'm smoking pounds, on the phone while I'm doing my rounds
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Smug Mang]
Smug Mang, been about my business, pop pills and smoking killer
Got [?], got a homie that got the willing
I always keep a few young with me, and a lot of bad hoes
Smug Mang you so gross, one million's what I growth
I don't know what they know, so fuck their folks
Black belt, versace lotion, you ain't hearing what I smoke
That there how it fucking go, hands down the dopest dope
Counting up the Smug Dough
Don't ash on my mansion floor, and don't slam... my mercedes door
Pink, purple, yellow what I pour, weed and Xans till I fucking go
Took your bitch to Monico and left her at the Texico
Blacked out down to the fucking [?], get my pants from the other coast
[Outro]
Killas of South Parkway deep as the pacific
Best you be watching your back as we fuck up all the competition
K-Killas of South Parkway deep as the pacific
South Memphis pro, South South Memphis pro
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