Down South Posted lyrics

Song information

Artist: Juvenile
Album: Juve The Great

Lyrics

(Feat. skip & wacko)

[Chorus x2 - juvenile]
Ayo we down south posted and we counting our figgas
Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas
Don't play with us lil daddy cuz we'll have you in stitches
Its utp right here and we bout getting our riches

[Verse 1 (juvenile)]
I pledge allegions with the four nickel you niggas no pickle
Cock the pistol point my issues at you and whodi who wit you
Your body ain't nothing but grizzle, I can see through the tissue
They gon' think you was in gymnastics how the chopper gon' hit you
I might have to crash the party if niggas gets me started
Better watch this nickel fourty cuz this bitch gets retarted
Fuck with me shorty, I could teach you how to be flawless
Nopd wanna see me up in dora delawless
Hate fighting them charges, take a nigga regardless
Fuck em' and duck em and tell them to suck on a hard dick
When we was wilding in the nolia they was callin us babies
I guess the same shit went on in the 80's
But still crazy, I'm with it too, kinda sneaky know how to get at you
Not trying to have momma crying and miserable
I'm already knowing what guns could do
I've seen some of the worst niggas get blown in two

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2 (skip)]
Yes she say she love me,(yeah) every time she fuck me(yeah)
But then she sayin' fuck me(fuck you!), everytime we fussing
Skip I'm sick of hustlin(I'm sick), boy you just disgustin
Nananana, bitch, don't you tell me nothing
All you know is dollars, dolce and gobanna
Gucci, fendi, chanel, milono, prada
All you is is problems, I can't help you solve them
So when you think, just think, nah don't involve him (what)
Hang up when you callin', caller id all em'
If its your number I don't answer, ain't no sense in callin'
Bitch I'm back to ballin', like I fell off
Like if I was doing bad I'm gonna tell y'all
What could I tell y'all except suck dick and swallow
Yeah you look good, but can you walk like a model
Cause bitch I pop collars(bling), and I clock dollars
So watch your watch and watch for the shock bladah !

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3 (wacko)]
Man look up over there, wilding, cursing bitches smoking jo's now
Got two open charges niggas talking round dro now
Celebrities so small they spin the bend in regular clothes now
But whodi and them smart before they spin, lil one close shop
Slim just got popped for douljer grind and a weed pipe
Guess they trying to sock it to my dog with them three strikes
Fuck that, we got buying money, nigga we tight
Utp, six coat, cut throat nigga we right
Trying to get you niggas to understand this a new day
New jewels, new shoes, new twos, new pay
New trips, new clips, new whips, new k
A million for my great grand children to my new day
You straight ? I'm just trying to make sure you straight
Keep them nappy head bitches out ya face cousin and move weight
Every nigga working with something thick they do take
Don't you fall off over a fat ass and a cute face(stupid!)

[Chorus x2]