Lyrics:
summertime is for barbeques
Where parking lots they are what to do
To catching fish while you skipping school
Where bailing hay it ain't nothing new
Southern
talk
Pants sag, hustlers walk
Fishing poles, four by fours
Country fam, unlocked doors
Trees front, mountains back
Trailer life, that Southern rap
Moon
flapping
Marlboro's hanging
Memphis Walking
Southern talking
Whiskey slamming
Trailer park whiskey
We shared a ride I paid twenty three
In the morning she's
flapping
Marlboro's hanging
Memphis walking
Southern talking
Whiskey slamming
Trailer park whiskey
We shared a ride I paid twenty three
In the morning she's
Ahhh, yeah(country blood, country blood, blood,
Southern blood, southern blood, southern blood)
I was born with this here,
ain't nobody gon' take
officially taking over (He already know)
Just look over your shoulder (Shoulder)
Let me see who just showed up (Showed up)
It's the southern takeover (It's
Well, I´m just a country boy I live a southern life
Got me a trailer queen a real dixie wife
I ride a Chevy pickup
And pack an old shotgun
Well, if
southern classic not no Grambling vs. Southern
This some Ratchet City shit
Bitch said I was bugging
Medicate my morning with some single malt from Dublin
All was quiet
In the Back 40 Trailer Park last night
I mean there were a few domestic fights
And them usual petty crimes
But I was feeling alright
It's that Southern Cali Bounce
Southern Cali Bounce Bounce
Show the world
What we're all about
California
California
From the frontyard
Backyard
Retro Classic
Ajam
Tú sabes que esto es muy versátil
Dilo Et
Me pongo la retro classic
Y bien asícalado
Salgo del caserío pal el poblado
Buscando
make a milli by noon
spend it by the end of the day
but but it really doesn’t matter
cause i can kick hits like a trailer park DJ
the nba tryna scout
or a grocery store
What you all don't understand
It ain't all about a southern man
'Cause we got outlaws, we got hicks
We got honkytonks out in these
Them niggas on tour and they comin' our way
Lil' Eminem is still tucked away
In that trailer park, just bumpin' our tape
Jerry Heller tried to make
traffic
Cos they heard my album and they know it’s classic
We keep one hunnit
They do it we done it
We gettin this money
The city we run it
Southern
Tatted up, I'm gassed up, I'm throwed off and I'm buck wild
Loud and rowdy
I'm a son of the dirty south
This that southern playalistic Willie
it motherfucker
Not a single solitary thing is missing from my southern roots
I'm liable just to take a Chevrolet and run it through the mud for
from some trailer trash
Then girl, you need to get fucked by a country boy
So head on down to Tennessee
Where the men chug beer and crush pussy
Misunderstood, must understand
That inner demons shape the outer man
And just delayed my master plan
Black southern baptist
Not a southern baptist
Just a southern
trappin' out the trailer, nigga look what I created
I get the pack and split with la familia
Fuck around and cut her off fore she get too familiar
Smokin
my f- mashed
Potatoes, so what? Ho, kiss my country bumpkin a-
Missouri Southern roots, what the f- is upper-class?
Call lunch dinner, call dinner
When I mix my corn with my fucking mashed
Potatoes, so what? Ho, kiss my country bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is upper-class?
white rappers
Or for that matter, any fuckin' rapper,
Fuck it painter, skater, musician, trailer park dirt ditch diggin'
Burger flippin', eat, sleep,
sold
See I ain't got no time for games
And I ain't got no time for lames
How you loving my Southern slang
Oh, eh, watta watta bing bang!
So anytime you
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