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Song: | A Southern Girl |
Album: | Meth | Genres: | Rap |
Year: | | Length: | 217 sec |
Lyrics:
[Hook] Southern girl, (yeah she a down South bitch) That's all I need in my southern world, (yeah I'm on that down South shit)
[Z-Ro] I'm worth a million, even though I'm in my house shoes She see money in motion, everytime my mouth move I'm such an executive, but I am so South too Rifles in all of my rides, under the couch too When I roll up in that Bentley, guess what her mouth do It open up and don't close, like a do' house do You can get some of this penis, but it's gon' cost you Cause everyday I'm hustling, like Rick Ross do I use to move a lil' hard, lil' soft too Now somebody move it for me, I'm a boss boo If you was a regular broad, I would of lost you Street smart, somebody done already taught you She a red head, but she love the way I floss blue Fuck you to sleep, and steal your shit I showed her how to She ain't a scary bitch, she'll bust you in your mouth too Football player with that work, she run a route too
[Hook] Southern girl, (yeah she a down South bitch) That's all I need in my southern world, (yeah I'm on that down South shit) Yeah-yeah Southern giiiiiiiiiirl, yeah yeah yeah-e-yeah I'm on that down South shit, rolling with my down South bitch
[Yo Gotti] Got a thick bitch, down in Memph' 8 Ball shit, Space Age Pimp And my hoes, they don't wear no panties Pick em up, in a white Rolls or the Phantom A young nigga, use to rock gold teeth Before the rap shit, I would send a whole key Hoe please, never been a trick Always been a real nigga, on some boss shit Always had a red hoe, that was gun thick She always had stupid head, that would cum sick Down South bitch, I'm talking Atlanta Soul food eater, went to school in Alabama I'm talking bow leg, met her at the galleria Long hurr fat ass, man you gotta see her She for real, bitch run round in a Kia Put her in the Bentley coupe, and moved her to the crib
[Hook] Southern girl, (yeah she a down South bitch) That's all I need in my southern world, (yeah I'm on that down South shit) Yeah-yeah Southern giiiiiiiiiirl, yeah yeah yeah-e-yeah I'm on that down South shit, rolling with my down South bitch
[Z-Ro] I use to be an asshole, now I'm a grown man King of the Ghetto, while ruling over my own land Regular women, ain't invited to my home man Pretty face big booty, whip up a zone hand That ain't sweet and sour chicken, cooking in the kitchen And that ain't just her homegirl, they both into licking She'll set you up for that paper, place you into position Them thangs or your life, one of em coming up missing She cornbread fed, almost thicker than my pocket Already came five times, but she ain't stopping She fuck with rich niggas, but she don't be name dropping When you see her with them rich niggas, bet she ain't bopping Always see her from the back, she never face front Never turn to comb my hair, that's why she rock a lace front Ain't no handcuffing, you can taker her home today brah She don't belong to Mr. McVey brah, homie she's a
[Hook] Southern girl, (yeah she a down South bitch) That's all I need in my southern world, (yeah I'm on that down South shit) Yeah-yeah Southern giiiiiiiiiirl, yeah yeah yeah-e-yeah I'm on that down South shit, rolling with my down South bitch
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