Lyrics:
Mob
y'all know what it is
[Ludacris]
See I'm a Southern ass nigga with some Southern ass hos
A hundred thou cash gets the Southern ass flow
I'm
I'm from the south, Southern Hospitality
Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners
I'm from the south where the old folks they
of the two piece and the cat fight
Home of the teeth that's gold
Home of the never miss
Home of the platinum hits
I'm a Southern Girl (Southern Girl)
piece and a pepper
Home of the teeth is gold
Home of the Never Miss
Home of the platinum hits
I'm a Southern Girl
(Southern Girl)
Countrified
of the two piece and the cat fight
Home of the teeth that's gold
Home of the never miss
Home of the platinum hits
I'm a Southern Girl (Southern Girl)
When I was 15 I dreamed of leaving my home
I had to see the world
And live like a rolling stone
I heard California was paved in gold
So I hopped
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)
I'm worth a million, even
give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so
Southern soul.
Northern boy
With a country heart
And a southern soul.
Northern boy
Country heart
And a southern soul.
They all love me no I
on in I'm
Sure glad to know ya
Don't let this old gold cross
In this Allman Brothers t-shirt throw ya
It's cicadas making noise
With the southern
here baby you just never know
Yeah, these are the days of gold
Well it's a Southern summer
Whiskey's in the air, dog's on the burner
Beer's ice
baby you just never know
Yeah, these are the days of gold
Well it's a southern summer
Whisky's in the air, dogs on the burner
Beers ice cold and got
Everything must go, everything sold out
Everything sewed up, everybody gold mouth
Everybody keep one, everybody country
Everybody southern, down
got my gold watch
I put in my time
Now I'm left to roll
Down the long decline
Roll on, southern pacific
On your silver rails
On your silver
baby you just never know
Yeah, these are the days of gold
Well it's a southern summer
Whisky's in the air, dogs on the burner
Beers ice cold and got
know I will, 'cause
I'm missing that southern comfort
Deep water, I'm going under
Counting down, my days are numbered
Gimme, gimme that southern
you mean
You smell that fragrance
That's Dade country grilling them golds
That southern cadence
That trunk rattle feel the bass vibrate
From a mile away
Southern California
Southern California
Southern California
Southern California
They all sounds the same
That's great, and what were some of your
PEDAL TO THE METAL MAN HE COULD REALLY FLY
TWO THINGS YOU GOTTA HAVE, A HEART OF GOLD AND NERVES OF STEEL
RACING'S IN THEIR BLOOD, SOUTHERN BOYS
By Alan Shacklock/ Roger Daltrey
© 1985 CBS Songs Ltd., Trinfold Music
And Eternal Music Ltd adm
By Clive Banks Music Ltd. c/o ATV Music Corp., BMI
didn't start this nation
We're still pickin' up the pieces, walkin' on eggshells, fightin' over yesterday
And caught between southern pride and southern
Chorus
Southern Comfort
In the air
Southern Comfort
Everywhere
Southern Comfort
Always Feels so right
A Sunday morning second line
Purple gold a lot
southern women)
Paving our own way
With hearts full of gold
We are so grand and valuable
We are strong southern women (Strong southern women)
What you've
the air
Southern Comfort
Everywhere
Southern Comfort
Always Feels so right
A Sunday morning second line
Purple gold a lot of sunshine
Dancing in
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