Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pinakul
Pinakul
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Broward Jones
Broward Jones
Songwriter
Miles Hendrix
Miles Hendrix
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pinakul
Pinakul
Producer

Lyrics

Ima Ima Ima Ima take the south
Ima Ima Ima Ima Ima Ima take the south
Ima take it south Ima Ima take the south.
Grab it by the ankles and shake all the paper out
Ima take the south Ima Ima take the south Grab it by the ankles and shake all the paper out
Ima take the south Ima Ima take the south Grab it by the ankles and shake all the paper out.
Ima take the south im ima take the south. You know what it is dog grab all the paper now.
I get it till its gone.
Yeah we riding chrome
Candy paint dripping on stains yeah we flipping home.
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Now first off Ima take the south then Ima head up north on my paper route.
Then Ima go and crush the west and then im off over seas to go and get the rest.
Now that the whole world is mine Im bout to collapse space and put an end to time
Forever in my Prime.
And there, really is no stopping me. I'm icing on the cake dog there is no topping me.
This got to be The
Hardest shit you will ever here
Im fire like a space ship entering the atmosphere,
Im out of here.
And I may never come back
I need to refuel so show me where the suns at.
The game im bout to run that and I dont think Ill give it back.
Ill shut this whole thing down.
All I need is one track.
Im coming for ya head dog so what you gonna do now
I represent the future man and this is how the shit sounds.
........Chorus
Ima take the south Ima Ima take the south
Grab it by the ankles and shake all the paper out.
Ima take the south Ima Ima take the south
Grab it by the ankles and shake all the paper out.
Yeah Im riding on 28 inches.
Me and Broward passenga side with 2 Bitches.
I got that Skizaa
I got that shit dog.
If you want it hit my celly then we get yall.
Get the package off.
Re up get it done.
Flip Flop it One Don
You know how we get it Son.
I aint tryna murk ya dog.
Yeah I gotta gone its on my hip if I pull it Dog Yeah your getting Burnt.
Dog its Toasted Roasted it you Know It.
I come on this beat and just get Low Dog.
This flow is So Raw.
Ima take the south and squeeze every penny out.
Make the beat myself hit the booth and then I knock it down.
So you should stay out my Way
Im killing everything and then Im out like OJ.
Money straight like doe Ray.
Getting skin like olay.
Dropping bodies with the flow
My shit is hot like Throw Ways.
Im spitting fire like the flames of hell.
I put that magic on the track its like I cast a Spell.
So go and ask yourself, are you prepared for war.
Cuz I rhyme for days and I got beats Galore.
So we can settle the Score.
I spit that blasphemy.
And when I get up on the mic its a catastrophe.
Ima take the south grab it by the ankles dog
Shake all the paper out, you know how we get it all
Got the stacks on deck, make it rain and pour
On the .. that be getting below
Yeah they up on the pole
Sliding on down
You know how we get it A-town stay down
And we, do the two step and we
And we lean and rock and I
I shoulder lean then I do the Joc and I
I ride the drop and I I tic toking
Never clock out I got the work for flop
You know what it is dog Ima hurt the south
Ima grab it by the ankles and shake all the paper out
Written by: Broward Jones, Miles Hendrix
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