BROCKHAMPTON - KEEP IT SOUTHERN lyrics
[BROCKHAMPTON - KEEP IT SOUTHERN lyrics]
Critique sauce, critique harsh
Have a barber at my funeral
Make sure my niggas cut right
Line-ups like they fresh for a flight
My whole life been glamorized
So dramatize my sexuality, but, baby
Make it sanitized
Just to make the motherfuckers feel it
'cause it's hammer-sized
Deeper in that 'Lanta night
We all felt them 'Bama skies
Move my niggas to Montana
Only keep a landline holler if you feel me
This feel like the night that 'Pac died
Finna hire more niggas that look like us
And when thе ones that run
Your city turn against you, who do I trust?
I seen them lined up and loadеd
Some of them boys even look like us
Man, I love my cup, double up
And I fuck my thugs, that's love
(Merlyn)
I wanna have it banging
Keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and
Keep it coming for ya
Right, tell them motherfuckers
They cannot control
My life, life, life, life
I wanna have it banging
Keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and
Keep it coming for ya
Right, tell them motherfuckers
They cannot control
Your life, your life, your life, your life
Your (Merlyn)
Fishing in Nazareth, tryna catch a bad bitch
Burning big bushes
But they never burn to ashes
Catch 'em with the baseline
Bring 'em to my palace
Like how my mind sharper than a samurai tick
One hit of this make the sky redder than red
Ran for forty nights
Float and sting like Cassius
Inside her thighs, that's aurora borealis
That's my mirror, mirror
Missionary secondary sorry, baby, baby
Know you lookin' for a hubby
But the blue faces only
Thing always entrust in
Yes, Lord, give it to me, yes, Lord
Give it to me
God made melody so I could make money, money
And I wanna have it banging
Keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and
Keep it coming for ya
Right, tell them motherfuckers
They cannot control
My life, life, life, life
I wanna have it banging
Keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and
Keep it coming for ya
Right, tell them motherfuckers
They cannot control
Your life, your life, your life, your life
Your
Have a barber at my funeral
Make sure my niggas cut right
Line-ups like they fresh for a flight
My whole life been glamorized
So dramatize my sexuality, but, baby
Make it sanitized
Just to make the motherfuckers feel it
'cause it's hammer-sized
Deeper in that 'Lanta night
We all felt them 'Bama skies
Move my niggas to Montana
Only keep a landline holler if you feel me
This feel like the night that 'Pac died
Finna hire more niggas that look like us
And when thе ones that run
Your city turn against you, who do I trust?
I seen them lined up and loadеd
Some of them boys even look like us
Man, I love my cup, double up
And I fuck my thugs, that's love
(Merlyn)
I wanna have it banging
Keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and
Keep it coming for ya
Right, tell them motherfuckers
They cannot control
My life, life, life, life
I wanna have it banging
Keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and
Keep it coming for ya
Right, tell them motherfuckers
They cannot control
Your life, your life, your life, your life
Your (Merlyn)
Fishing in Nazareth, tryna catch a bad bitch
Burning big bushes
But they never burn to ashes
Catch 'em with the baseline
Bring 'em to my palace
Like how my mind sharper than a samurai tick
One hit of this make the sky redder than red
Ran for forty nights
Float and sting like Cassius
Inside her thighs, that's aurora borealis
That's my mirror, mirror
Missionary secondary sorry, baby, baby
Know you lookin' for a hubby
But the blue faces only
Thing always entrust in
Yes, Lord, give it to me, yes, Lord
Give it to me
God made melody so I could make money, money
And I wanna have it banging
Keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and
Keep it coming for ya
Right, tell them motherfuckers
They cannot control
My life, life, life, life
I wanna have it banging
Keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and
Keep it coming for ya
Right, tell them motherfuckers
They cannot control
Your life, your life, your life, your life
Your