Louisiana art
Down in the boot where the heat don’t sleep, Swamp water drip, yeah the vibe too deep, From the bayou nights to the city lights, We shine all day, we grind all night. Gold on my neck, got mud on my shoes, Came from the struggle, got nothin’ to lose, If you from the South, put your hands up high, Louisiana living, yeah we stay fly. Verse: Backroad ridin’, tires kickin’ dust, Mama said pray but I learned to trust, Started with nothin’, turned it to somethin’, Now they all watch when a youngin’ comin’. Crawfish boil, whole team outside, Music loud, let the speakers ride, French Quarter dreams with a country mind, Mix that hustle with that Southern pride. Late night grind, no sleep, no breaks, Real ones eat, we don’t deal with fakes, From the river bend to them alley ways, Put my city on in a major way.
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Down in the boot where the heat don’t sleep, Swamp water drip, yeah the vibe too deep, From the bayou nights to the city lights, We shine all day, we grind all night. Gold on my neck, got mud on my shoes, Came from the struggle, got nothin’ to lose, If you from the South, put your hands up high, Louisiana living, yeah we stay fly. Verse: Backroad ridin’, tires kickin’ dust, Mama said pray but I learned to trust, Started with nothin’, turned it to somethin’, Now they all watch when a youngin’ comin’. Crawfish boil, whole team outside, Music loud, let the speakers ride, French Quarter dreams with a country mind, Mix that hustle with that Southern pride. Late night grind, no sleep, no breaks, Real ones eat, we don’t deal with fakes, From the river bend to them alley ways, Put my city on in a major way.