Bout the South
The Dayton Family, The Kaze, Three 6 Mafia, Prophet Posse, Indo G, Project Pat
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Let's do this, fuckin' killas Prophet Posse, Dayton Family Flint Town, Michigan Style, Memphis Down South, Gold Teeth Gold D's, f*ck you hoes I pimp you bitches like I'm gold I'm flossy like a bone I'm shinin' like a motherfuckin diamond I'm a motherfuckin' playa I'm a motherfuckin' playa Finish it, nigga I'm gonna touch your soul Niggas, we be cold Bank roll, fold, bitches, niggas, hoes Kick it Comin from Flint, bitches we big, and plus we 'bout it Nigga Paul we need that green, can't live without it' Stop at the store, let's scoop some Mo', and now we rollin Dollars, we foldin' on the strip, grip is what we holdin' Makin' money, ain't shit funny, about these Memphis streets Hookers get pimped from their head to their fuckin' feet Walk in to Denny's, countin' them pennies, you didn't come too soon Lookin for fuckin' hookers, suckin' in the bathroom Step in the alley, not no baddie, boy ,these bitches trife Better make that money for your pimp or he gon' take your life Third street, no shoes on feet, Motel 61 Lookin' for action, so much transaction, better have your gun Catherine's on a hustle, so why you bitches wishin' Off from court from bootleg and now I'm on a mission Ghetto ease, he with the Viper rollin 80 Gs Boomin' off keys, suck on these and I'm just smokin' trees Set me up and get me up, I gotta get ya Hit ya where we split ya, makin' sure the story fit ya Set me up and wet me up, I gotta get ya Hit ya where we split ya, makin' sure the story fit ya Set me up and wet me up, I gotta get ya Hit ya where we split ya, makin' sure the story fit ya Set me up and wet me up, I gotta get ya Hit ya where we split ya, makin' sure the story fit ya Set me up and wet me up, I gotta get ya Hit ya where we split ya, makin' sure the story fit ya Life's a bitch up in the south, big booty bitches Got my dick up in her mouth, pimped her to riches Where you from? You make me cum with your pussy lips Walkin' strips, shakin' your hips, that's where my money flips Smackin' bitches, these lazy bitches off that syrup and powder Funky bitch, need to clean your ass, jump in the shower Clean my pussy and make my money fuckin' all these tricks Suckin' dicks in a pickup truck, no time to sit Get your purse, nothin' worse than losin' money, ho You gon' pay me, if you gotta be a hooker with five toes Sellin' draws, lickin' these balls make me fall in love Breakin' laws with pussy walls wetter than water tubs Nigga, I own it, you the nigga plan to bone it That next component, if you want it, playa, jump up on it My bitches freaky, actin' sneaky, bust they head in public Breakin' off the cane, fuckin' up they brains, and these bitches love it My bitches freaky, actin' sneaky, bust they head in public Breakin' off the cane, fuckin' up they brains, and these bitches love it My bitches freaky, actin' sneaky, bust they head in public Breakin' off the cane, fuckin' up they brains, and these bitches love it My bitches freaky, actin' sneaky, bust they head in public Breakin' off the cane, fuckin' up they brains, and these bitches love it My bitches freaky, actin' sneaky, bust they head in public Breakin' off the cane, fuckin' up they brains, and these bitches love it Now I'mma claim South Side, forever, any day, bitch Mane, f*ck all this talking, let that AK-40 spray, which Most of y'all like to see some blood spillin' anyway Bodies fall, niggas dyin' young, oh, that's everyday If I slay one of you bustas down it's gon' be a loss You gon' pay me what you owe and get jacked in that cross Fired, never retired out the game, in and out of jail Cause I'm bout' this cheese, f*ck the fame, you can go to hell With that shit, got's to get what I can, back on these bricks Project Pat, suicidal lifestyle, I'm livin' it Who's to blame when you run your mouth and you come up dead Slangin' caine, robbed him for his dope, put some in his head Fucked that boy off with that sawed off pump Then I told real McCoy, what you dealin' with, don't you get your wig Chopped up, Kaze Click, we put the fuckin' "D" in dirt Hooked up with niggas outta Flint and we puttin' in work Chopped up, Kaze Click, we put the fuckin' "D" in dirt Hooked up with niggas outta Flint and we puttin' in work Chopped up, Kaze Click, we put the fuckin' "D" in dirt Hooked up with niggas outta Flint and we puttin' in work Chopped up, Kaze Click, we put the fuckin' "D" in dirt Hooked up with niggas outta Flint and we puttin' in work Chopped up, Kaze Click, we put the fuckin' "D" in dirt Hooked up with niggas outta Flint and we puttin' in work
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