Lyrics:
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Man I can't wait to see my southern girl
[Lil' 1/2 Dead Chorus]
Southern Girl
I want to rub ya, kiss ya, squeeze ya, hug ya
You really got it
and to the 4
Got a red cup, droppin’ liquor on the floor
Pass the sticky, we all got some more
Grab the person next to ya, we bout to roar
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
the mood Just like lovers in the movies, movies
Dancing like we're two, lovers by the pool With the bubbles in jacuzzis, That's it
Baby, got them hips, got
on you baby
If you hungry we hit Philippe
Vvs rocks on you baby
That Chane’-ne’ bag match ya sneaks
I hit the block with you baby
Show my lady off she
Brownzy doesn't muck around
Left foot, right foot, not a two-way street
Walks on my own two feet
It's VC to VZ's, VB's by the long neck
What goes around
Tekken 2
Lesson two I'm adressin you
Turn out the lights like the World Class Wreckin' Crew
Bring out the best in you
Confessin true lies about your inner
Don't want to stand by
Envy your damn life
Should be me it's fine
Entourage and camouflage to come up
The worst behavior but motherfuckers don't love us
earthquakes shake and shape destiny
I'm like X, Y & Z i stick by the back door
Let it go free, that's what the track's for
My jobbie job is to rock a party
Chorus : Repeat 3x
[Jay-Z]: Repeat 2x til fade
Girls and guns, all i want
stock exchange, rocks and thangs
right by my window can they see me
Rolling up this indo in my benzo best believe me
Baby on the way and everyday I pray she needs me
This life I live it
you and me
It's hard, a cold, cold world
Sometimes can't even trust ya own girl
Gotta stand here and face my fears
Ain't gonna shed no more tears
shady, ya think that's shady?
Hell, not as shady as the bitch that had my first baby
And maybe, that's why I blow big dope on the daily
And maybe, I'll
real, dog, it puzzles me"
No rules in this music industry (y'all know!)
If it feel good and make ya move your feel (y'all know!)
And if the bass is
failing, that’s the basics of the whole thing little nigga I done
Hit rock bottom few times, baby I been hurt you can see it in my eyes, the trenches is
knocked the boots, the sneakers and the house-shoes
It's like that baby, ya don't stop
Cause my name is Shock you know that I like to rock
One time
Yeah,
I be moving different
I got a lot to lose
I’m tryna make the big leagues
With out making the news
I like to live it up
I fuck em by the twos
a minute
I don't need directions
I'm rolling with a set of exceptionals
Settling for 2nd place is not an
Option! My crew is incredible!
Stackin' heads
Hello, my baby, hello, my honey (hey, whoa, yeah)
Hello, my ragtime gal (hit em' up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up)
(Lil bih, lil bih) Send me a kiss by
snack
I'm Santa Claus down to Panama beach drunk in my underalls
Playing underwear volleyball with ya bra
I ain't bothered by your triple D's, not at all
Baby this the last time before I even see, ya
Champions around, gotta give 'em all the, "See ya"
Even after your man, you still wanted me, ya
Lay
cause I'm workin on a newer me
Trap by da store and usually slang em for two or three
Now you can slang em by the pound if ya know how
Clientele straight
our babies
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers from their dreams
Only to continue to have this repetitive dream
That change indeed must come by any
our babies
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers from their dreams
Only to continue to have this repetitive dream
That change indeed must come by any
My next I'm proud about what I done taught ya
Checks stack it up cant live without it
Vexed mad at me baby I doubt it
Stressed you tweakin' it's cuz
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