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Southside - Honestly (feat. Juice WRLD) lyrics

Artist: Southside

album: Swervo


And we sippin' purple, nigga, yeah
Honestly (Ayy, Southside, where you get all that drip?)
Honestly
Everything I wanna be, gotta work 'til it come to me
Ain't wanna be no wannabe, wannabes, they under me
Honestly, I wanna be
On the beach, white sand up under me, comfortably (comfortably)
I just want 100 G's (100 G's), foreign V's (foreign V's)
Louis V (Louis V), they like, "Who is he?"
Ayy
Honestly, when I was broke as fuck, you ain't notice me
You thought days I was posted up
At the county jail where I'm 'posed to be
Now young nigga eating overly, I got hunnids old as trees
And money don't grow on trees
But I'm gon' blow it like leaves, ayy
Pull up with turbo V's, ayy, two-door AMG's, ayy
I started witnessing some of the shit
That felt like it was make-believe, ayy
Lil' nigga neck on freeze, ayy
Spent a hunnid racks on these, ayy
Seen't 'em tryna keep up and then lost everything
I can't let that happen to me, ayy
Feeling alive, I'm so happy to be, ayy
You killing my vibe, fuck how long you bitches you see me
Be happy for me, ayy
I'm fresh all the time, but you know my kicks ain't Buscemi
Capital G Fazos, Nike need me on the payroll
I just took these off a day ago, killers gon' do what I say so
Angels gon' give you a halo, and we got money to lay low
Now when it come to the bread, I go with it like mayo
Can't let it go to my head, I had way too many days broke
Honestly
Honestly
Everything I wanna be, gotta work 'til it come to me
Ain't wanna be no wannabe, wannabes, they under me
Honestly, I wanna be
On the beach, white sand up under me, comfortably (comfortably)
I just want 100 G's (100 G's), foreign V's (foreign V's)
Louis V (Louis V), they like, "Who is he?"
Ayy
I say honestly, I need honesty
Get rich and I make my mama proud of me
A young rich nigga, that's what I'm 'bout to be
Rolling gas, boy, yo' shit not loud to me
I'm getting used to the fake niggas crowding me
I got demons and these niggas brought 'em out of me
I'm on my boss shit, ain't no clowning me
Let's fuck up Saks Fifth, hit the town on me
Me and Herbo pull up in a Bentley coupe (skrrt, skrrt)
Ain't no telling what we'll say or what we'll do
Smoke Gelato out the zip, feel like jet fuel
We'll never let a fuck nigga know our next move
Run up them big bags (run it), that's what we into
We just some real niggas, look what we been through
I put Gucci on my backpack, but I don't like school
I know you may love me (right), but bitch I don't like you (like you)
Honestly
Honestly
Everything I wanna be, gotta work 'til it come to me
Ain't wanna be no wannabe, wannabes, they under me
Honestly, I wanna be
On the beach, white sand up under me, comfortably (comfortably)
I just want 100 G's (100 G's), foreign V's (foreign V's)
Louis V (Louis V), they like, "Who is he?"
Ayy

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