Lyrics:
Refugees yo.. all you say
Dirty Dirty Dirty South
I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.
Sold my first A-K
I saw her man get murdered
and douche me, nigga
Up shopping in south DeKalb
South DeKalb with a fine young stallion
Or Candler Road, Red Lobster cracking
With my east-side mobster
it's stale at home
Leave out the home Atlanta zone is seis ya know lets meet at mall on Candler Rd
South Dekalb, I'm plannin to get out Dekalb; It's
the forty cal' is full and I'm waitin'
No matter which county I'm in DeKalb, Cobb, Fulton, or Clayton
Muah baby, you know who it is, the kiss of death
If
hoes at Atlantic Station
Nah fuck that, I'm at South DeKalb Mall
Really in the parking lot, leaning on some broke niggas Camry
The pic you sent last
I catch you out at Lenox nah fuck that
I'm looking for hoes at Atlantic Station
Nah fuck that, I'm at South DeKalb Mall
Really in the parking lot
shit all across the globe
Same nigga shopped at South Dekalb on Candler Road
Mad cause you still free to act in Niketown
Pot called the kettle black,
the forty cal' is full and I'm waitin'
No matter which county I'm in DeKalb, Cobb, Fulton, or Clayton
Muah baby, you know who it is, the kiss of death
If
ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)
Aiyyo, the forty cal' is full and I'm waitin'
No matter which county I'm in DeKalb, Cobb,
the forty cal' is full and I'm waitin'
No matter which county I'm in DeKalb, Cobb, Fulton, or Clayton
Muah baby, you know who it is, the kiss of death
If
hypocrite.
I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite.
Met a girl named Macy had sex with her all day,
But she was dyslexic, so I ended up doin the YMCA
in them draws
I like the way your hands rub against my balls
'Cause you the one, a nigga met at south Dekalb mall
With your pretty brown skin, thick
hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite.
Met a girl named Macy had sex with her all day,
But she was dyslexic, so I ended up doin the YMCA
We
in them draws
I like the way your hands rub against my balls
'Cause you the one, a nigga met at south Dekalb mall
With your pretty brown skin, thick
South dekalb mall be the crunkiest shit,
Uh you can roll through buckhead and go to fall on a bitch
I'm a giant ass playa I'll stomp on a hater
I'ma
brought up from my head to my feet, niggas on the block wit the rock they don't sleep. Man,
South dekalb mall be the crunkiest shit,uh you can roll through
the southside
Now I'm headed to the eastside, eastside
Where them young ass niggas at roll G right
Dekalb, Ellenwood, Laconia
From Glenwood to Stone Mountain bruh
as we travel south to a place called Dallas, Texas
Where you hear the Legend of a young musician and the city that made him
As you sit back and listen
That even after becoming police had to
Dress in a YMCA because white officers didn't
Want to get dressed with niggas
Here we are eighty years later
I
I forget it
They say the small things bring the most happiness
Living one day at a time, for that I cherish it
South DeKalb Mall, fresh kicks, new fit
she's a real hood bitch
Birthday dinners at Piccadilly at
South Dekalb 15 deep and you know all her bitches ride she a real hood bitch
She love to sell
on Candler road
Right now I'm sitting at south DeKalb I had to go pick up some shoes
I know you stay watchin the news
Praying you don't see my face
I changed
drawes
I like the way your hands rub against my balls
Cause you the one, a nigga met at south dekalb mall
With your pretty brown skin, thick thighs and all
You know I'm shining on them hoes
Off in Lennox mall
Even south DeKalb
I'm acting bad home boy
I spend bout ten stacks
I tell them ring it up
No matter
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