Lyrics:
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
you used to hate me
that's alright, come by the house around 11:30
I want somebody now
to come lay down with me
I got that dirty South
and girl I
the Red Monkey Jeans? My shirt was made by Gino Green (Nice shirt)
My jewels was made by David Bling (David) They call me the underground king
Chain bling
the Red Monkey Jeans? My shirt was made by Gino Green (Nice shirt)
My jewels was made by David Bling (David) They call me the underground king
Chain bling
tonight her life end
It always a mess when I go out with my white friends
These white girls losing they shit to David Guetta
Something inside my cup makes
a Sprite remix
Dipset, Bad Boy, Jim Jones, Jha Jha, Paul Wall
They call me Diddy, Harlem, stand up
Dirty South, stand up, Midwest, stand up
West Coast,
hmm) Gotta do it for the north
Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south
(Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)
And when I do it
the liquor
Them dirty South boys will get yet
Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pure scripture
Whatcha gone do when them niggas run up to you
Don't
changing my style
Then and now, before that was all that
Fall back, official is what you call that
I be that Third Coast legend
Dirty South icon shuttin'
U G K
And the rest inspired by the life I'm living
Seen that Impala he was drunk
And that's when I saw the red lights go get em
And it's ironic that
U G K
And the rest inspired by the life I'm living
Seen that Impala he was drunk
And that's when I saw the red lights go get em
And it's ironic that
Represent dat dirty south
4-star major general Mamma work and come out about
I ride wit No Limit soldiers
Yes we checkin'
Wit' the colonel Master P
He be
a
Canoe or a cruise ship
She said "Is it good?"
And I said "absolutely"
Now light up that doobie
Like Shaggy and Scooby
I ain't even know they made a remix
on da back porch,
gon' let it out,
Or we can touch in time square I make you scream Dirty South
damn I ain't tryna run game,
but I will make you scream my
Born and raised in Kentucky dawg
We some dirty south boys
In love with Jesus and Ball
Born and raised in Kentucky Dawg
Where the sun shine bright
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
(Fake ballers)
Fucked up funds like paedophile baby sitters
It ain't happening
Maybe way back when but these days heat pays like robbers with Mac 10's
He
Vlad aired your dirty laundry out
We know that you a
Backstabbing fag that would
Let his man starve on the couch
And when you was with double R
We never
my chrome hit the light
X-ray vision, when I size niggas up
See two wheels fall off, when I ride nigga what
two four, three sixty five, hugging
let it start bubbling
Know what I mean, buttering butter butter bing
Trashy white, pass the mic, yeah I'm doing 'em dirty
Fists start pumping when I'm
they tryin' to catch
Me 'Ridin' Dirty' I'm Chamillionaire
Now when you into guns like I am
You make no mistakes i got an SR 9C with two
Safeties but
(21), let me see if your booty soft
Gold mouth (hold up, hold up), yes, I'm from the Dirty South
Lights out (straight up), summertime, I brought the ice
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