Lyrics

Yes, sir Your boy Juicy J in the buildin', mane Memphis, Tenn', we global, mane Shut the fuck up Simes got that secret sauce Represent it to the max (Yeah) Through the streets of the hood (Uh-huh) Represent it to the max (Yeah) Through the streets of the hood (Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, represent) Re-represent it to the max Through the streets of the hood (Your boy Juicy J) Represent it to the max (Yeah) Through the streets of the hood, re-re— (Shut the fuck up, yeah, yeah) Both my lungs full of broccoli (Broccoli) And I keep the stick like hibachi (Hibachi) Your flag red, his flag blue My flag covered in Versace (Versace) North Memphis nigga with my thumbs up high (High) In my hood where the sun don't shine (Shine) I ain't seen a homie in two or three years But if I call him right now, he gon' come slide (Buh, buh, buh, buh) Young niggas out here playin' with the blocks (The blocks) I ain't talkin' LEGOs (No, sir) Nigga ain't even got a bank account (No) But the young nigga got a Draco (Uh-huh) Twist your fingers up, throw your sign in they face (Face) Show a motherfucker what you reppin' (North) Won't dial 9-1-1 in the hood We dial 3-5-7 (North, north) .223s, bustin' AR-15s (15s) Before we even turn fifteen ('Teen) Trap shit all we know (Know) This street shit run in our genes (Nigga) Hustle went through my DNA ('NA) Gettin' these chips like Frito-Lay (Lay, Lay) Come through here doin' all that cappin' You gon' fuck around, be DOA Represent it to the max (Yeah) Through the streets of the hood (Uh-huh) Represent it to the max (Yeah) On the streets of the hood (Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, represent) Re-represent it to the max Through the streets of the hood (Yeah, yeah) Represent it to the max Through the streets of the hood, re-re— Hab' Freunde verlor'n, aber niemals geweint Um meinen Nacken ein Kilogramm Ice Nehm' sie von Seite, sie liebt meinen Grind Jeder will rappen, doch niemand will Streit Zieh' nicht am Joint, denn die Kette ist stoned Augen sind blau, doch die Augen sind rot SEK weiß immer gleich, wo ich wohn' Zähl' die Million'n und sie kommen mich hol'n Bleibe ein Baller so lang, bis ich sterb' Mit der Gang unterwegs, family first Wie kann das sein? Deine Freundin, sie twerkt Nehme sie mit zu mir, Spoiler-Alert Keiner der Rapper macht Welle wie ich Vorn auf dem Grill ist ein Engelsgesicht Gib mir die Mios, die Bottles, die Bentleys Du weißt ganz genau: Ich veränder' mich nicht Bin wie gefesselt, hab' zu viele Chains Luxushotel, deine Bitch gibt mir Brain Zweihundert K für den Bentley GT Mios auf Mios, wie soll ich das zähl'n? Panikattacken von PTSD Fick' auf die Hoes, Mann, ich leb' für die Gang Kauf' meiner Bitch einfach alles Hauptsache, sie fickt nicht schon wieder mein Nervensystem Represent it to the max (Yeah) Through the streets of the hood (Uh-huh) Represent it to the max (Yeah) On the streets of the hood (Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, represent) Re-represent it to the max Through the streets of the hood (Yeah, yeah) Represent it to the max Through the streets of the hood, re-re— (Representin')
Writer(s): Fler, Jordan Michael Houston, Simes Branxons Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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