Southside Playaz

Southside Playaz - Drought Season lyrics

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When it's drought season, ain't got nothing to do

Instead of running the streets with my niggaz, I'ma stay home with my boo

Cause it's no work, so baby call in

And let this freaky shit begin, for real I'm all in

When it's drought season, ain't got nothing to do

Instead of running the streets with my niggaz, I'ma stay home with you

Cause it's no work, so baby call in

And let the freaky shit begin, for real I'm all in





I ain't had no work, in about two weeks

Some shit gon get hectic, when you can't find ki's

Cause I'm more addicted to birds, then I'm with bops

Cause on my block, it be rolling nonstop

But this be the season, when niggaz go to the top

And shit gon pop, clean house like a mop

Rain over the cop, from popping and fresh benefits

Besides your outfit, flying round to the freak-nick

Big balling, and crawling

Up the state line, birdie U-Hauling more blocks we don't bar it

Cause we don't plan on falling, we smashing again

Ain't no stalling ain't no stunting, just big faces folding

Playing over twenty thousand, for a bird black

You wanna charge me a penny, over your cat

It's just like that, motherfucker

Cause slipping and tripping round this time, you a dead motherfucker









The sky is the limit, to the money you making

The chances you taking, the rules you breaking

Confiscating, bringing home the bacon

The cakes you baking, the nuts you taking

Niggaz be hating, perpetrating

Devils like Satan, got me mistaken

Have aspiration, for the thangs that you do

Go on take the day off, so I can ball with you

My baby boo, ooh girl ooh I like that

Go on turn around, and let me hit it from the back

Crying and stack, after the sex we can relax

And calculate the interest, on our property tax

Baby it's a fact, either way it's gon be there

Go on feed me grapes, while you stroke through my hair

The love we share, is the meaning of a pair

And to that baby, nothing can compare









Say girl I'm in hurry, to moving my work

Drought season make a nigga feel it, right where it hurt

Your skirt got a range, for that ready today

Serious about you, and I wanna parlay

Let me hit it from the back, like you like me to do it

Talk to a nigga dirty, while I'm making you lose it

When my cheese low, I'm in the pad freaking

Real thick ass, long hair Puerto Rican

Calling me papi, loving my body rock

I'm a Southside Playa, and you know it don't stop

I'ma slide in the drop, pick up my shop

Straight from the nail shop, cause I'm fiending for cot

I like them big ol' red hoes, with a beautiful smile

Shake em up knock em down, in a mansion my wall

I'm a big ol' boss player, cookie do' maker

Love to fuck my bitch, in the waters of Jamaica













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