Down South.

Connor Coles

We goin down south
Down south where the sun stays out
Cold drinks, bad bitches, ass out
(Ha!)
Ass out, ass out, ass out
(Switch up)
I just need more Hennessy
More jealousy
Gotta get this bad mama right up next to me
She like to drop it low, then she bring it up slow
She gets the best of me
She gets the best of me
Do you wanna go somewhere safe with Indigo?
Put your number in my phone
I'll call you when I'm alone
Put that ass up on my throne
I can't do this shit alone
Every kings got his queen
Every dogs got a bone
Every dogs gotta bone
I'm just tryna take you home
I'm just tryna lose your clothes
I'm not tryna sleep alone
Let me put you in your zone
Don't talk back, don't give no tone
I don't care bout the cash we've blown
I just need more Hennessy
More jealousy
Gotta get this bad mama right up next to me
She like to drop it low, then she bring it up slow
She gets the best of me
She gets the best of me
We goin down south
Down south where the sun stays out
Cold drinks, bad bitches, ass out
(Ha!)
Ass out, ass out, ass out
You got me fucked up
You just want lust, thats not love
I just want your trust real tight, baseball glove
You be actin sus, and I think I've had enough
She a real freak, yea she likes gettin cuffed
Now I call her teddy cause she steady gettin stuffed
Fly across the country just to blow a couple Bucks
Not talkin cash, I'm talkin NBA
(Milwaukee!)
She get V.I.P. but she don't have to pay
No she don't have to pay
She flyin overseas
I hope she gets a flight back home, but that's not guaranteed
What are your beliefs?
What are your beliefs?
Do not talk to me, please
I just need more Hennessy
More jealousy
Gotta get this bad mama right up next to me
She like to drop it low, then she bring it up slow
She gets the best of me
She gets the best of me
We goin down south
(Down south!)
Down south where the sun stays out
(Stays out!)
Cold drinks, bad bitches, ass out
(Ass out!)
Ass out, ass out, ass out
She got her ass out
I'm smoking big loud
Shawty wanna pull up to my crib you not allowed
Instead we bottoms up
Pinky fingers to the sky!
More blunts, more shots more lines!
No, no
I don't fuck no hoes
I found me a baddie she feel it she curl them toes
She likes me the most when we wake up on the East Coast
Give her dick for breakfast, then I whip her up some toast, like
Oh, oh
We walkin in the sand
Barefoot Pink Moscato an Gelato in her hand
She don't got a man you see her rockin with Indi
Come here baby let me tell you what I need
I just need more Hennessy
More jealousy
Gotta get this bad mama right up next to me
She like to drop it low, then she bring it up slow
She gets the best of me
She gets the best of me
We goin down south
(Down south!)
Down south where the sun stays out
(Stays out!)
Cold drinks, bad bitches, ass out
(Ass out!)
Ass out, ass out, ass out

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La chanson “Down South.” de Indigo a été composée par Connor Coles.

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