southside wholigans satta king lyrics

Yea I walk through the corridor I’m thinking this shits over
Got me feeling paranoid I’m looking over my shoulder
But I’m blinded by the lights and now my breath is getting shorter
It’s about to be our time ima preach it like I told ya


Boutta induce you like a cobra
You about to feel my fangs
Hypnotize the world just from wearing diamond chains
I can tell you without a doubt that you and I are not the same


Cause I do this for myself ion do it for no fame
It’s a shame that all of you are in the game
Bout to run it up and now y’all speaking on my name
Had to switch it up yea I do my own thang


Smoking on that gas we just rolled the romain
It’s a shame that all of you are in the game
Bout to run it up and now y’all speaking on my name
Had to switch it up yea I do my own thang

Southside wholigans satta king lyrics

Smoking on that gas we just rolled the romain
I just want to meet my maker
Riding in the cut it’s two am
I’m on my way to meet you greet you see you gotta take me in


Cause I got some issues balling with new issue
Praying to the dead just to tell them I miss you
I just keep falling into a deeper hole
Keep getting lost asking where do I go


Yea I keep moving up but I still feel low
It’s like no matter how much I climb there’s just nowhere to go
Yea they hating on me cause I got evil in genes
That’s my DNA with a mix of promethazine


Got you guessing like you playing a game of satta king
I’m on game while you taking pictures with a fiend
Play it like I’m playing Satta and I do it with the partners
Crimey motherfucker


Slimey from the empty gutter
Thinking bout the guns and butter
Peeping through the shutters
Did I motherfucking stutter?


Ain’t nobody messing with the thunder
Messing with my brothers
Ima put you under run yo pockets how I’m talking
We just get it Poppin


Run your options ima hit you with the steady optic
I don’t like the small talk
Get the business let the money talk if it’s a standoff
I’m killing every witness


Survival of fittest ima let it sound off
Let the dead talk or let my gun walk
This shit like clockwork she loving how my cock work
Rocking out like it’s a concert


Everyday I’m sponsored by maryjane she makes my lungs hurt
Put a body on your tee shirt to see my art work
Don’t be looking for a handout cause that’s not how this works

Directed/Edit: Southside Wholigans
Filmed by: $BD MXRKIE/ Southside Wholigans
Artist: Southside Wholigans

Wholigan Records

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