Lyrics:
gotta look too far because the boss's name is Chris and
If you got a problem with it, ima mop ya, dirty dishes
Open season, be a dear, I'll leave you
Phelps
BTA, Belt To Ass, leaving welts
Same lor, dirty nigga, came from the South (uh, uh, uh)
Seen some shit you just wouldn't believe
And she try bring
life on a dirty brown piece of Berber carpet.
Dick's dentures on the ground chattering.
His toupee being carried off by the squirrels
Fuck his bitch i'm the man now
Yes the man with the plans, I got bands nows
Caught him on a lacking by his self
Fuck boy know you ain't safe
When we come
Yeah, Lil $lim
South side baby sippin' on this juice
By the pool don't give a fuck
I got your best friend, yeah, she goin loose
J'ai leve vite ou we,
did me dirty, we filled him with showers
Cut out the snakes, we could never allow it
I might not eat if it's regular food, but gimme a beat and it's
see me riding on his case
15, I was coming to my own real dirt
Baby bitch, you know the south side of my home
Ain't none of my niggas pussies
We ain't
did me dirty, we filled him with showers
Cut out the snakes, we could never allow it
I might not eat if it's regular food, but gimme a beat and it's
bought the house, I represent the Dirty South
Got more syrup than Waffle House, run through hoes like Marshall Faulk
I talk the talk and walk the walk,
gunna sound
He ah need anotha med
Pop down skip town
Straight lane
We go south bound
Hellcat flyin birdy
Look at big b go 130
I juh godda a pack
Nigga
Raised In Jungles Wit Gorillas
Not In South America
This Shit Is Concrete Up Here Nigga
Niggaz Move Because Of Feelings
I Ain’t Got None
I Can’t
him straight to the devil
I ain't missin never trippin got that rich boy swagger
He run his mouth we send him south already know who we after
Ridin
word of mouth
I'm the coldest mutha fucka in the dirty south
Claim you a thug
Claim you a G
You ain't never been like me
Say you won't smoke
Say you
wanna rumble
Im just tryna have some fun
Tryna dirty up my lungz
Tryna fuck she got bunz
She know I come from the slums
Pea coats inna winter
Year round
the Cases
Going Down South Were They Really Show The racist
Moving On My Own Got Plays Come with The Patience
Thinking Real Big Put In Work and Just Wait
marijuana
As I expected, we bump confrontation
Flex called and said that I should come to the station
When I got there Kim is like (You dirty little Haitian)
stride with self-esteem
If you down me I will beam
Right up in the day and moonlight this here Earth has never seen
Is your initiative generated by your
to hear the sound when you make my phone rang rang
Met up the next night we get to makin' out
The love seed in my heart began a little sprout
The days go by
the surface
Man done mad tings
Nuff weren't worth it
Hands ain't clean coz I came up dirty
I never thought I'd live to see 30
I did that and few more years
the fire, Wodie now we spittin them flames
Will I remain, Yes Sir, seein' the change
Dirty South seein' heat baby, rippin your frame
Black shoes, black
clean up your dirty bread
Caine isn't worth the stretch
Sit back, observe, reflect
Learned to be courteous
Even though I grew up round
Trap stars
That's right all you bitch made motherfuckers trying to step on your toes
Drive by let you go we mob all the time on the south side
All you
That's right all you bitch made motherfuckers trying to step on your toes
Drive by let you go we mob all the time on the south side
All you
That's right all you bitch made motherfuckers trying to step on your toes
Drive by let you go we mob all the time on the south side
All you
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