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Down South Posted (Feat. Wacko & Skip)

[Chorus 2x Juvenile]

Ay yo we down south posted and we counting our figures

Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas

Don't paly with us lil daddy because we'll have you in stiches

It's UTP right here and we about getting our riches[Verse 1: Juvenile]

I pledge aleadgence with the four nickle you niggas know pickle

Cock the pistol point my issue at you and whoadie who with you

Your body ain't nothing but greasle I can see threw the tissue

They gone think you was in gymnastics how this chopper gone flip you

I might have to crash the party if niggas gets me started

Better watch this big glock forty because this bitch gets retarted

Fuck with me shorty I can teach you how to be flawless

NOPD want to see me up in court with them lawyers

Hating planting them charges take a nigga reguardless

Fuck them and duck them though tell them they suck on a hard dick

When we was wilding in the nolia they was calling us babies

I guess the same shit went on in the eighties they still crazy

I'm with it too kind of sneaky know how to get at you

Not trying to have momma crying and miserable

I already know what guns can do

I done seen some of the worst niggas get blown in two

Come on[Chorus 2x Juvenile and Skip]

Ay yo we down south posted and we counting our figures (Skip says: Ha)

Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas

Don't play with us lil daddy because we will have you in stiches (Skip says: Pow)

It's UTP right here and we about getting our riches[Verse 2: Skip]

Yeah she say she love me (yeah) everytime she fuck me (yeah)

But then she saying fuck me (fuck me) evertime we fussing

Skip I'm sick of hustling (sick) boy you just disgusting

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah bitch don't you tell me nothing

All you know is dollars (dollars) dulche and cabona (ha)

Gucci fendi chanel manolo prada all you are is problems

I can't help you solve so when you think just think nah don't invole him (what)

Hang up when you calling (nah) caller id all of them

If it's no number I don't answer ain't no sense in calling

Bitch I'm back to balling like I fell off

Like if I was doing bad I'm gonna tell y'all

What I can tell y'all except suck dick and swallow

Yeah you look good but can you walk like a model

Bitch I pop collars (bling) and I clock dollars

So watch and watch and watch for the shots (pow)[Chorus 2x Juvenile][Verse 3: Wacko]

Man look at bo over there wilding cursing bitches (bitch, ho) smoking joes nah

Got two open charges niggas talking around dro

Sarge and them so smart they spin the bend in regular clothes nah

But whoadie and them so smart before they spin lil one close shop

Slim just got popped for a doja grind and a weed pipe

Guest they trying to sock it to my dog with them three strikes

Fuck that we got bond money nigga we tight

UTP six court cut throat nigga we right

Tyring to get you niggas to understand it's a new day

New jewels, new shoes, new tools, new pay, new trips, new clips, new whips, new kay

A million for my great grandchildren until my due date

The you straight I'm just trying to make sure you straight

Keep them nappy head bitches out your face cousin and move weight

Every nigga working with something dick they do take

Don't you fall off behind a fat ass and a cute face (stupid)[Chorus 2x Juvenile]

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