No Matter Which Direction I'm Going in, I Never Chase These Hoes Songtext
von $uicideboy$
No Matter Which Direction I'm Going in, I Never Chase These Hoes Songtext
(Northside, Northside, Northside) you did good $lick
(Hangin′ in, hangin' in the hood where they ride clean) it′s a Smash
(Northside, Northside, Northside)
(Hangin' in, hangin' in the hood where they ride clean)
Grey, Grey, 59 (hangin′ in, hangin′ in the hood where they ride clean)
Grey, Grey, 59 (hangin' in, hangin′ in the hood where they ride clean)
Grey, Grey, 59 (hangin' in, hangin′ in the hood where they ride clean)
Grey, Grey, 59 (stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K)
Pimpin′ sluts, pimpin' hoes, ridin' clean, smokin′ dope
Got my main bitch, pussy soakin′ as she give me throat
Limpin' with no cane, it′s the mane with 'em diamond rangs
Strapped up with that thang for a lame to blow out their brains
Cruisin′ like a Mack, Wetto be pullin' up like he the mayor (skrrt)
Bitches that want me to save ′em, nah, fuck 'em and put 'em in labor, nah
Creepin′ with one in the chamber, smoke a sucker like crack (smoke)
Cut-throat maniac, took his ho down to the track
Landed in the 504, at 5:04, yeah
Back at home where life′s a bore, try not to snore (trrt)
I should fly some bitches down, about five or four (okay)
Four or five days later, later alligator
Already thinkin' about when′s the next tour
From recordin' in my shed to havin′ like three rooves over my head (uh)
Ruby leveled up, I got like six whips, I don't need the keys to the Rover truck, anymore
Watchin′ the palm trees, sway in the breeze, a moment of peace
I hope there's plenty more
Grey, Grey, 59 (hangin' in the hood where they ride clean)
Grey, Grey, 59 (hangin′ in, hangin′ in the hood where they ride clean)
Grey, Grey, 59 (hangin' in, hangin′ in the hood where they ride clean)
Grey, Grey, 59 (stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K)
She gave me dome so good, I think she thinks the Earth is flat
Mouth like the fuckin′ firmament, she got my eyes rollin' back
Face a blunt, she rolls ′em back to back (back to back)
And when she bitchin', she knows what the fuck I'm textin′ back
Ruby slick with these hoes, I keep ′em froze
Snow leopard holds a black rose real close, yeah
I've had enough heartbreak, star breaks
Stop ′em like car breaks, Oddy chillin' like a pose I won′t post (skrrt)
Hoes, they want the screwin', I′m just lookin' for the chewin' mane
Chrome thang ridin′ while I swang, swervin′ lane to lane (ayy, ayy)
Sippin' on some drank with a skank, got a coke head name
Somethin′ like Brandi or Candy, maybe Tammy, fuck it, they all the same
Part of the game, I don't trip, I just give ′em dick
Off the Fent', lookin′ like a lick, pimpin' like I'm Mic
Lunatic, Slick, he run the North like the Bolsheviks
Come on bitch, fuck her back outdoors, now my neighbor pissed
(Hangin′ in, hangin′ in the hood where they ride clean)
(Hangin' in, hangin′ in the hood where they ride clean)
Northside, Northside, Northside (hangin' in, hangin′ in the hood where they ride clean)
(Stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K)
(Hangin′ in, hangin' in the hood where they ride clean) it′s a Smash
(Northside, Northside, Northside)
(Hangin' in, hangin' in the hood where they ride clean)
Grey, Grey, 59 (hangin′ in, hangin′ in the hood where they ride clean)
Grey, Grey, 59 (hangin' in, hangin′ in the hood where they ride clean)
Grey, Grey, 59 (hangin' in, hangin′ in the hood where they ride clean)
Grey, Grey, 59 (stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K)
Pimpin′ sluts, pimpin' hoes, ridin' clean, smokin′ dope
Got my main bitch, pussy soakin′ as she give me throat
Limpin' with no cane, it′s the mane with 'em diamond rangs
Strapped up with that thang for a lame to blow out their brains
Cruisin′ like a Mack, Wetto be pullin' up like he the mayor (skrrt)
Bitches that want me to save ′em, nah, fuck 'em and put 'em in labor, nah
Creepin′ with one in the chamber, smoke a sucker like crack (smoke)
Cut-throat maniac, took his ho down to the track
Landed in the 504, at 5:04, yeah
Back at home where life′s a bore, try not to snore (trrt)
I should fly some bitches down, about five or four (okay)
Four or five days later, later alligator
Already thinkin' about when′s the next tour
From recordin' in my shed to havin′ like three rooves over my head (uh)
Ruby leveled up, I got like six whips, I don't need the keys to the Rover truck, anymore
Watchin′ the palm trees, sway in the breeze, a moment of peace
I hope there's plenty more
Grey, Grey, 59 (hangin' in the hood where they ride clean)
Grey, Grey, 59 (hangin′ in, hangin′ in the hood where they ride clean)
Grey, Grey, 59 (hangin' in, hangin′ in the hood where they ride clean)
Grey, Grey, 59 (stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K)
She gave me dome so good, I think she thinks the Earth is flat
Mouth like the fuckin′ firmament, she got my eyes rollin' back
Face a blunt, she rolls ′em back to back (back to back)
And when she bitchin', she knows what the fuck I'm textin′ back
Ruby slick with these hoes, I keep ′em froze
Snow leopard holds a black rose real close, yeah
I've had enough heartbreak, star breaks
Stop ′em like car breaks, Oddy chillin' like a pose I won′t post (skrrt)
Hoes, they want the screwin', I′m just lookin' for the chewin' mane
Chrome thang ridin′ while I swang, swervin′ lane to lane (ayy, ayy)
Sippin' on some drank with a skank, got a coke head name
Somethin′ like Brandi or Candy, maybe Tammy, fuck it, they all the same
Part of the game, I don't trip, I just give ′em dick
Off the Fent', lookin′ like a lick, pimpin' like I'm Mic
Lunatic, Slick, he run the North like the Bolsheviks
Come on bitch, fuck her back outdoors, now my neighbor pissed
(Hangin′ in, hangin′ in the hood where they ride clean)
(Hangin' in, hangin′ in the hood where they ride clean)
Northside, Northside, Northside (hangin' in, hangin′ in the hood where they ride clean)
(Stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K)
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com