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lil berete - southside lyrics
[intro: lil berete]
uhhhhh
uhhh
yeah yeah
uhhhhh
uhhh
yeah yeah
wildin
stalin
cut to the money like sonic
whoa
[chorus: lil berete]
i’m wildin
what the f-ck am i signin?
designer my body i’m stylin?
trap hard ’til i find it (yeah)
money on your head
lil n-gga i don’t know why you wildin
homies that i met
they just coming through my drive way (yeah)
it’s only my n-ggas i’ma ride for (yeah)
it’s only my n-ggas i’ma die for (yeah)
but shorty she just trippin why you lie for? (yeah)
free my bros out them cages this is my court (yeah)
[verse 1: lil berete]
back then i started off with dirty shoes
winter time with some dirty boots
i was hanging out in the nerdy school
and now i’m with my broski’s
i’m proud i need a trophy
and now she claim she know me
like check the score, like 4-3
my future watch a rollie
they ring my line like holy
like quit that you don’t know me
and imma keep on going hard till they call me og
never talk to the police, n-gga snitching on my homie
shoutout broski jovi, she ride me like a pony
had her show me, n-ggas used to hate back then i was lonely
now they wanna show me love, is it cause a n-gga up?
i’m too high and i’m stuck, shawty wanna give it up
going hard been sh-ttin luck, stn my clique we up
now she wanna kiss and hug, and now she want a dinner huh
she playing guess i need a pump, only real ones in my blood
if it bros i got ‘nough, red dot it ain’t a blush
shawty tryna treat me rough
lil berete i came klutch, yeah
lil n-gga i’m sh-t that you can’t flush
[chorus: lil berete]
i’m wildin
what the f-ck am i signin?
designer my body i’m stylin?
trap hard ’til i find it (yeah)
money on your head
lil n-gga i don’t know why you wildin
homies that i met
they just coming through my drive way (yeah)
it’s only my n-ggas i’ma ride for (yeah)
it’s only my n-ggas i’ma die for (yeah)
but shorty she just trippin why you lie for? (yeah)
free my bros out them cages this is my court (yeah)
[verse 2: lil berete]
my n-ggas they locked for time
and i’m still on my grind
it’s like gold i gotta find
these hoes just give their mind
like gold i gotta shine
put a four in the eight no nine
never ate like all night
from the bottom yeah i gotta get it
for my family yeah i gotta win it
peregrine you can call it spinach
yes i won’t meet how he know i hit it
ice getting colder, spanish b-tch like hola
i drink the hate like it’s cola
i’m in the sky with a refa
case a hero with a nina
i was on the block with a ball like fifa
yeah, yeah and i was in the hut like they can’t see us
yeah, i can’t stop until i get me a freezer
from my og i learned how to nip get the re-up
[chorus: lil berete]
i’m wildin
what the f-ck am i signin?
designer my body i’m stylin?
trap hard ’til i find it (yeah)
money on your head
lil n-gga i don’t know why you wildin
homies that i met
they just coming through my drive way (yeah)
it’s only my n-ggas i’ma ride for (yeah)
it’s only my n-ggas i’ma die for (yeah)
but shorty she just trippin why you lie for? (yeah)
free my bros out them cages this is my court (yeah)
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