Big Scarr – From Da South (Audio, Lyrics)

Big Scarr unveils a new BandPlay-produced track titled “From Da South” off the project: So Icy Boyz, Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Big Scarr From Da South

Big Scarr – From Da South (prod. BandPlay)

Lyrics

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Plain Jane, Cartiers for the bifocals (bifocals)
I can let it rain, make it flood up the score (flood up the score)
Hellcat fat, I don’t blow it back no more (back no more)
You can tell I’m gettin’ money, I ain’t even gotta show (I ain’t even gotta show)
Fuck the plug, need the core, that’s the nigga, that grower (the nigga, that grower)
Fallin’ every recordin’ (woah), guaranteed I won’t blow up (can’t go)
Can’t sleep, 40 whips (woah), guaranteed they came to it
Nah, uh-uh (no)
Long way from the hood, now a nigga on tour (on tour)
Thug life, but I can’t go out like Shakur (like Shakur)
Try to catch me at the light, nigga, know we ain’t goin’ (we ain’t goin’)
Big way before the rap, I was already blowin’ (I was already blowin’)
Hit the BandPlay choppin’, knockin’, snatchin’ every drum (rich drums)
Young nigga rich nigga from the South puttin’ on (puttin’ on)
Now I get paid just to get up on a song (get up on a song, let’s go)
Love sippin’ codeine, can’t leave the VLONE (can’t leave the VLONE)
When the hood genie, these niggas be clones (these niggas be clones)
Shinin’ all the way, nigga, better hold on (better hold on)
Can’t change nothin’, but this a million dollar phone (million dollar phone)
You a rat and a bitch, we would never get along (we would never get along)
I won’t let him get a break (woah), had him layin’ in his home (whoa)
Nigga don’t want smoke, he put my name in a song (my name in a song)
‘Caine just hit, and it’s already gone (already gone)
Bad bitch layin’, I’ma be in that, her throat (I’ma be in that, her throat)
Slam dunk a hoe like my first name Stone (first name Stone)
Get the whole ones now, I’m livin’ in Quan (livin’ in Quan)
Pop a Perc’ with an Addy, now I’m in my own zone (in my own zone)
Pull up, pick a halftime, got a nigga stoned (got a nigga stoned)
Bitches love a nigga like I’m who? Mike Jones (who? Mike Jones)
Might a nigga stepped, bitch, I’m big Frozone (big Frozone, let’s go)
Plain Jane, Cartiers for the bifocals (bifocals)
I can let it rain, make it flood up the score (flood up the score)
Hellcat fat, I don’t blow it back no more (blow it back no more)
You can tell I’m gettin’ money, I ain’t even gotta show (I ain’t even gotta show)
Fuck the plug, need the core, that’s the nigga, that grower (the nigga, that grower)
Fallin’ every recordin’ (whoa), guaranteed I won’t blow up (can’t go)
Can’t sleep, 40 whips (whoa), guaranteed they came to it
Nah, uh-uh (no)
Long way from the hood, now a nigga on tour (on tour)
Thug life, but I can’t go out like Shakur (like Shakur)
Try to catch me at the light, nigga know we ain’t goin’ (know we ain’t goin’)
Big way before the rap, I was already blowin’ (I was already blowin’)
Hit the BandPlay choppin’, knockin’, snatchin’ every drum (rich drums)
Young rich nigga from the South puttin’ on (puttin’ on)
Now I get paid just to get up on a song (get up on a song, let’s go)
Kept playin’ with a bitch, now they say that I’m wrong (say that I’m wrong)
New opp pack, yeah, the older hit strong (yeah, the older hit strong)
Devil on my back, still rockin’ VLONE (VLONE)
Tell ’em when you talk to me, better watch your tone (nigga, better watch your tone)
Catch a nigga down bad, leave his face in his phone (leave his face in a phone)
Yeah, I hear him talkin’, but I’m still on
Better get some money, get it broke, sendin’ one no more (no)
And I’m in the hood when I’m back home (whoa)
Post on the block with a deuce, and a styrofoam (styrofoam)
I don’t like to talk, and my money long (woah)
Grippin’ on the wood on the ‘Cat like a microphone (like a microphone)
In the trap like my name Corleone (whoa)
Hundred bags in, we gon’ get ’em in and get ’em gone (get ’em gone)
Hit the club, tatted with my chains on (whoa)
Standin’ on the couch, throwin’ money all night long (all night long)
You know what I’m on
Plain Jane, Cartiers for the bifocals (bifocals)
I can let it rain, make it flood up the score (flood up the score)
Hellcat fat, I don’t blow it back no more (blow it back no more)
You can tell I’m gettin’ money, I ain’t even gotta show (I ain’t even gotta show)
Fuck the plug, need the core, that’s the nigga, that grower (the nigga, that grower)
Fallin’ every recordin’ (woah), guaranteed I won’t blow up (can’t go)
Can’t sleep, 40 whips (woah), guaranteed they came to it
Nah, uh-uh (no)
Long way from the hood, now a nigga on tour (on tour)
Thug life, but I can’t go out like Shakur (like Shakur)
Try to catch me at the light, nigga know we ain’t goin’ (know we ain’t goin’)
Big way before the rap, I was already blowin’ (I was already blowin’)
Hit the BandPlay choppin’, knockin’, snatchin’ every drum (pich drums)
Young rich nigga from the South puttin’ on (puttin’ on)
Now I get paid just to get up on a song (get up on a song)