Dom Corleo - Way Down South lyrics

Yeah

Yeah, I put her in Celine
(I put her in Celine)
Yes, I'ma go and buy that store, yeah, yeah
I'm rockin' everything
(yeah, I'm rockin' everything)
I'on even got my voice
But, I'ma still go hard when I need
At the show, I lost my voice
Now I'm in the studio, sippin' tea
At the studio where I be
With your bitch, yeah, that's where I be
(Damn) on my T-shirt, got a B (yeah)
That's for Bstroy, fuck you mean? (yeah)
Yes, I destroy the fuckin' beat
(Destroy the fuckin' beat)
Bend it over, yeah, I fuck the beat (Fuck)
Bend that bitch over and fuck up her knees
(yeah)
Hop in the Tesla, it don't got no keys (Whoa)


I'm skrrtin' off in the Trackhawk Jeep
(Skrrtin' off in the Trackhawk Jeep)
Heh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, like, why the fuck they hate on me?
Yeah, 'cause I'm really just doin' me
Bitch, I give a fuck 'bout where I be
I be up in LA, up in the hills and shit
(I be up in LA)
I be with your ho on my Playboy shit
In my Archive fit, rockin' mainline Rick
(yeah)
I'm texting that ass, I get paid, lil' bitch
(texting that ass)
Heh, I'm getting paid to talk
(I'm getting paid, bitch)
And you, you don't get paid a muhfuckin'
Dime to be on my page, lil' dawg
It's true, I might as well hit up
Your muhfuckin' mom and tell that ho
"Suck me off"
Yeah, 'cause I let the racks talk
Yeah, I be with the racks boss (Whoa)

Houston girls love the way it goes down

Goin' OVO with my Drac'
And I'm OMO, that's 4L
Jump around when I'm on the stage
Flashin' racks in they fuckin' face
Multicolored, yeah, my money gay
Bitch, I was never on the wave, yeah
I'm the one been on the way, yeah
I been around and I'ma stay here
Bring her over and she stay here
You know I get my way here
'Cause, I done had to find a way here
I done made a couple plays, yeah
I was showin' you the real me
And now I'm starin' at the real her
I'm seein' shit right through my rearview
So let me talk about the real first
I be on my fuckin' grind
They don't know a thing 'bout the way I be
Yeah, I be workin' all the time
I can't tell the ho where the fuck I be
Yeah, I can't even let you close, baby
Only one I talk to is Marie (Okay)
Nowadays, can't even smoke by myself
Had to tell 'em, "Give me peace"
Yeah, had to tell the ho
"It's way past twelve
Get the fuck up off of me"
(Get the fuck up off of me)
Yeah, all these dudes act like females tryna
Get a come-up off of me (Bitch)
It's the Urus truck or the V12 when
You catch me ridin' down the scene (Bitch)
It's your baby mama on my
Side, sittin' right there
Right up next to me (Right up next to me)

Houston girls love the way it goes down

Yeah, I put her in Celine
(I put her in Celine)
Yes, I'ma go and buy that store, yeah, yeah
I'm rockin' everything
(yeah, I'm rockin' everything)
I'on even got my voice
But, I'ma still go hard when I need
At the show, I lost my voice
Now I'm in the studio, sippin' tea
At the studio where I be
With your bitch, yeah, that's where I be
(Damn) on my T-shirt, got a B (yeah)
That's for Bstroy, fuck you mean? (yeah)
Yes, I destroy the fuckin' beat
(Destroy the fuckin' beat)
Bend it over, yeah, I fuck the beat (Fuck)
Bend that bitch over and fuck up her knees
(yeah)
Hop in the Tesla, it don't got no keys (Whoa)
I'm skrrtin' off in the Trackhawk Jeep
(Skrrtin' off in the Trackhawk Jeep)
Heh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, like, why the fuck they hate on me?
Yeah, 'cause I'm really just doin' me
Bitch, I give a fuck 'bout where I be
I be up in LA, up in the hills and shit
(I be up in LA)
I be with your ho on my Playboy shit
In my Archive fit, rockin' mainline Rick
(yeah)
I'm texting that ass, I get paid, lil' bitch
(texting that ass)
Heh, I'm getting paid to talk
(I'm getting paid, bitch)
And you, you don't get paid a muhfuckin'
Dime to be on my page, lil' dawg
It's true, I might as well hit up
Your muhfuckin' mom and tell that ho
"Suck me off"
Yeah, 'cause I let the racks talk
Yeah, I be with the racks boss (Whoa)