South Strip – I95 Lyrics
Artist: South Strip
Song: I95
Yeah [Yeah], yeah [Yeah
I can’t f#ck with a— [b#tch like you
Ayy, huh, Strip, ayy, Strip, ayy
I can’t f#ck with a b#tch like you [Nah
Born killer, I can admit, I do [I do
Gravedigger sick as a b#tch, achoo
On the I-95 in a drop-top coupe, ayy
I can’t f#ck with a b#tch like you [Nah
Born killer, I can admit, I do [I do
Gravedigger sick as a b#tch, achoo
On the I-95 in a drop-top coupe, ayy
Like, okay
Why they ain’t been scrappin’ toe-to-toe?
‘Cause they grippin’ .44’s, 2K Baby, Shogee-Sho
Got the, bringin’ super-style like Cody Rhodes
Call my homie and he tellin’ me, “It’s codeine”
, like why you did that? [Why, why?
You the type to keep your hands up when they spin back
That’s why I’m clutchin’, need my, p#ss#, bring the ruckus
Me and Coolboi, every Friday, rockin’ dirty buckets
sh#t ain’t happen overnight, dawg, it’s a pipe, dawg
Ain’t no gettin’, lucky, right, dawg?
This my fight song, rumble in my stomach
Pipe down, p#ss#, when you talkin’ to a boss
On the I-9′, pushin’ hundred-twenty, ain’t gon’ stop [What the f#ck?]
Hand in the pot, watch me whip it in reverse
n#gg#s think it’s sweet, the way they stand on my turf
I got the, ain’t no Lil Uzi Vert
I’m addicted to the ‘scripts, I built a palace out the Percs
Pill-popper, pin-dropper, I’m a wig-rocker, I’m a real [child-stomper?
Wrist-locker, whole gang milly-rockin’ when the mill’s droppin’
p#ss# boy, you can’t stop it, hey
sh#t get, ayy, yeah
I’m alone, it turn to horror story, ayy
Thirty mg, then I poured a forty, ayy
I’m available, you ain’t my category, ayy
I can’t f#ck with a b#tch like you [Nah
Born killer, I can admit, I do [I do
Gravedigger sick as a b#tch, achoo
On the I-95 in a drop-top coupe, ayy
I can’t f#ck with a b#tch like you [Nah
Born killer, I can admit, I do [I do
Gravedigger sick as a b#tch, achoo
On the I-95 in a drop-top coupe, ayy
I’m wishin’ peace to my brothers, countin’ blessings
Sexy women undressin’, weird flexes when I step in, Giuseppe steppers, I’m steppin’
b#tches gettin’ dogged with the bone, they love to fetch it
I’m blessed like a reverend, goin’ hard for my lil’
Walkin’ on this carpet, make you feel like Aladdin
I’m rippin’ mole after mole, and I don’t think I’m an addict
I’m reachin’ goal after goal, but I’m goin’ through madness
Late night, after hours, tryna make this sh#t happen
Let me tell you something, now, you listen to me, and you listen to me closely
I don’t give a sh#t about what happened to you
Now, I want you to get yourself together and get back out there and get me my money
I can’t f#ck with a b#tch like you [Nah
Born killer, I can admit, I do [I do
Gravedigger sick as a b#tch, achoo
On the I-95 in a drop-top coupe, ayy
I can’t f#ck with a b#tch like you [Nah
Born killer, I can admit, I do [I do
Gravedigger sick as a b#tch, achoo
On the I-95 in a drop-top coupe, ayy [Strip]
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Release Year: 2022