Southside Wholigans Satta King Lyrics

Yeah I Walk Through The Corridor I’m Thinking This Shits Over…
Got Me Feeling Paranoid I’m Looking Over My Shoulder…
But I’m Blinded By The Lights And Now My Breath Is Getting Shorter…
It’s About To Be Our Time Ima Preach It Like I Told Ya…
Boutta Induce You Like A Cobra…
You About To Feel My Fangs…
Hypnotize The World Just From Wearing Diamond Chains…
I Can Tell You Without A Doubt That You And I Are Not The Same…
Coz I Do This For Myself Ion Do It For No Fame…
It’s A Shame That All Of You Are In The Game…
Bout To Run It Up And Now Y’all Speaking On My Name…
Had To Switch It Up Yea I Do My Own Thang…
Smoking On That Gas We Just Rolled The Romain…
It’s A Shame That All Of You Are In The Game…
Bout To Run It Up And Now Y’all Speaking On My Name…
Had To Switch It Up Yea I Do My Own Thang…
Smoking On That Gas We Just Rolled The Romain…
I Just Want To Meet My Maker…
Riding In The Cut It’s Two Am…
I’m On My Way To Meet You Greet You See You Gotta Take Me In…
Coz I Got Some Issues Balling With New Issue…
Praying To The Dead Just To Tell Them I Miss You…
I Just Keep Falling Into A Deeper Hole…
Keep Getting Lost Asking Where Do I Go…
Yea I Keep Moving Up But I Still Feel Low…
It’s Like No Matter How Much I Climb There’s Just Nowhere To Go…
Yea They Hating On Me Coz I Got Evil In Genes…
That’s My DNA With A Mix Of Promethazine…
Got You Guessing Like You Playing A Game Of Satta King…
I’m On Game While You Taking Pictures With A Fiend…
Play It Like I’m Playing Satta And I Do It With The Partners…
Crimey Motherfucker…
Slimey From The Empty Gutter…
Thinking Bout The Guns And Butter…
Peeping Through The Shutters…
Did I Motherfucking Stutter?…
Ain’t Nobody Messing With The Thunder…
Messing With My Brothers…
Ima Put You Under Run Yo Pockets How I’m Talking…
We Just Get It Poppin…
Run Your Options Ima Hit You With The Steady Optic…
I Don’t Like The Small Talk…
Get The Business Let The Money Talk If It’s A Standoff…
I’m Killing Every Witness…
Survival Of Fittest Ima Let It Sound Off…
Let The Dead Talk Or Let My Gun Walk…
This Shit Like Clockwork She Loving How My Cock Work…
Rocking Out Like It’s A Concert…
Everyday I’m Sponsored By Maryjane She Makes My Lungs Hurt…
Put A Body On Your Tee Shirt To See My Art Work…
Don’t Be Looking For A Handout Coz That’s Not How This Works…