Woah woah woah
Woah woah woah
Skrt Skrt
Hahaha
Woah
Wait
Okay chillin' in the south side
Damn it's too nice out
Bout to pull the whip
Out the garage
Take a ride out
People playing games
Talking shit
Sneak n hide out
JD made this beat
Going hard
Till its lights out
Don't get misinformed
I'm doing this shit on the regular
1997
Y'all go two rap game competitors
Wopenese
Been trappin' keys
He hit me on my cellular
Next up out the Burgh
We f*cking stars
No need for metaphors
Shit
Ask me what you bein meta for
Quit the f*cking questions till you out here being better
Four bars is all I need
Outside pussy money weed
And a house or two
And some food
For my goddamn family
Cooking like I got the muthaf*cking recipie
It's blessing me
My brain and soul don't really need the rest of me
I rest in peace
The f*cking beat
No undertaker out here helping me
A hellish feat
I bring the heat
Bad bitches at my meet and greet
Aye
Somebody call A&E
I just killed the First 48
Now the feds are on me
Lemme pass this shit to Wopo
I think he will agree
Pittsburgh gonna live forever
Now that we breaking free
Yeah
Now that we breaking free
Ooo
Now that we breaking free
Lane mane
Lane
Lane mane
Lane
Gang
Niggas ain't out here shooting like me
Shooting like Mike
Strapped like a dyke
Riding on site
Ride like a bike
Nigga wanna go we can go all night
Cumming all night
Tryna pull a heist
Don't make me tell my shooter a price
Don't tempt me just take my advice
No kindness don't think that I'm nice
Nah
Niggas ain't on shit knee high
Ball man Jordan niggas Levi
Nigga try me than he die
Big dog
Big jawn Eli
Niggas ain't on shit knee high
Ball man Jordan niggas Levi
Nigga try me than he die
Big dog
Big jawn Eli
Hol up
Gucci on my bag
Strapped up
Looking fine as hell
Bans on my face
When I record
So that I never fail
Momma told me
One day son you really gonna sell
People chant your name
Sell out the stadium
While thousands yell
Go Mike Parker
I signed her tits with marker
You looking suave as Archer
And y'all appetizers starters
Yeah I'm out here working harder
While you take your life and barter
My team a bunch of chargers
Gas me up
I feel like Carter
Aye
Yeah I'm feeling like Sean Carter
Ooo
Bout to make a milly
F*ck that imma make a billion
Leave no room for error
So that you don't need to fill it in
Once I cop a mansion
You know where I will be chillin' in
Building with my name on it
An ode to all my brilliance
Woah
Hold up lemme take a step back
I still gotta impress all the people who gon clap back
Where did all your bars go
Like I ain't still got that
I've been chillin' in the South Side
I need to go back
Yeah I really need to go back
Mike Parker - Chillin' in the South Side (feat. Jimmy Wopo) Lyrics
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Woah woah woah
Woah woah woah
Skrt Skrt
Hahaha
Woah
Wait
Okay chillin' in the south side
Damn it's too nice out
Bout to pull the whip
Out the garage
Take a ride out
People playing games
Talking shit
Sneak n hide out
JD made this beat
Going hard
Till its lights out
Don't get misinformed
I'm doing this shit on the regular
1997
Y'all go two rap game competitors
Wopenese
Been trappin' keys
He hit me on my cellular
Next up out the Burgh
We f*cking stars
No need for metaphors
Shit
Ask me what you bein meta for
Quit the f*cking questions till you out here being better
Four bars is all I need
Outside pussy money weed
And a house or two
And some food
For my goddamn family
Cooking like I got the muthaf*cking recipie
It's blessing me
My brain and soul don't really need the rest of me
I rest in peace
The f*cking beat
No undertaker out here helping me
A hellish feat
I bring the heat
Bad bitches at my meet and greet
Aye
Somebody call A&E
I just killed the First 48
Now the feds are on me
Lemme pass this shit to Wopo
I think he will agree
Pittsburgh gonna live forever
Now that we breaking free
Yeah
Now that we breaking free
Ooo
Now that we breaking free
Lane mane
Lane
Lane mane
Lane
Gang
Niggas ain't out here shooting like me
Shooting like Mike
Strapped like a dyke
Riding on site
Ride like a bike
Nigga wanna go we can go all night
Cumming all night
Tryna pull a heist
Don't make me tell my shooter a price
Don't tempt me just take my advice
No kindness don't think that I'm nice
Nah
Niggas ain't on shit knee high
Ball man Jordan niggas Levi
Nigga try me than he die
Big dog
Big jawn Eli
Niggas ain't on shit knee high
Ball man Jordan niggas Levi
Nigga try me than he die
Big dog
Big jawn Eli
Hol up
Gucci on my bag
Strapped up
Looking fine as hell
Bans on my face
When I record
So that I never fail
Momma told me
One day son you really gonna sell
People chant your name
Sell out the stadium
While thousands yell
Go Mike Parker
I signed her tits with marker
You looking suave as Archer
And y'all appetizers starters
Yeah I'm out here working harder
While you take your life and barter
My team a bunch of chargers
Gas me up
I feel like Carter
Aye
Yeah I'm feeling like Sean Carter
Ooo
Bout to make a milly
F*ck that imma make a billion
Leave no room for error
So that you don't need to fill it in
Once I cop a mansion
You know where I will be chillin' in
Building with my name on it
An ode to all my brilliance
Woah
Hold up lemme take a step back
I still gotta impress all the people who gon clap back
Where did all your bars go
Like I ain't still got that
I've been chillin' in the South Side
I need to go back
Yeah I really need to go back
Woah woah woah
Skrt Skrt
Hahaha
Woah
Wait
Okay chillin' in the south side
Damn it's too nice out
Bout to pull the whip
Out the garage
Take a ride out
People playing games
Talking shit
Sneak n hide out
JD made this beat
Going hard
Till its lights out
Don't get misinformed
I'm doing this shit on the regular
1997
Y'all go two rap game competitors
Wopenese
Been trappin' keys
He hit me on my cellular
Next up out the Burgh
We f*cking stars
No need for metaphors
Shit
Ask me what you bein meta for
Quit the f*cking questions till you out here being better
Four bars is all I need
Outside pussy money weed
And a house or two
And some food
For my goddamn family
Cooking like I got the muthaf*cking recipie
It's blessing me
My brain and soul don't really need the rest of me
I rest in peace
The f*cking beat
No undertaker out here helping me
A hellish feat
I bring the heat
Bad bitches at my meet and greet
Aye
Somebody call A&E
I just killed the First 48
Now the feds are on me
Lemme pass this shit to Wopo
I think he will agree
Pittsburgh gonna live forever
Now that we breaking free
Yeah
Now that we breaking free
Ooo
Now that we breaking free
Lane mane
Lane
Lane mane
Lane
Gang
Niggas ain't out here shooting like me
Shooting like Mike
Strapped like a dyke
Riding on site
Ride like a bike
Nigga wanna go we can go all night
Cumming all night
Tryna pull a heist
Don't make me tell my shooter a price
Don't tempt me just take my advice
No kindness don't think that I'm nice
Nah
Niggas ain't on shit knee high
Ball man Jordan niggas Levi
Nigga try me than he die
Big dog
Big jawn Eli
Niggas ain't on shit knee high
Ball man Jordan niggas Levi
Nigga try me than he die
Big dog
Big jawn Eli
Hol up
Gucci on my bag
Strapped up
Looking fine as hell
Bans on my face
When I record
So that I never fail
Momma told me
One day son you really gonna sell
People chant your name
Sell out the stadium
While thousands yell
Go Mike Parker
I signed her tits with marker
You looking suave as Archer
And y'all appetizers starters
Yeah I'm out here working harder
While you take your life and barter
My team a bunch of chargers
Gas me up
I feel like Carter
Aye
Yeah I'm feeling like Sean Carter
Ooo
Bout to make a milly
F*ck that imma make a billion
Leave no room for error
So that you don't need to fill it in
Once I cop a mansion
You know where I will be chillin' in
Building with my name on it
An ode to all my brilliance
Woah
Hold up lemme take a step back
I still gotta impress all the people who gon clap back
Where did all your bars go
Like I ain't still got that
I've been chillin' in the South Side
I need to go back
Yeah I really need to go back
Writer: Michael Parker, Travon Smart
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid