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suthern style - big 50 lyrics

that’s another platinum hit, yeah
yeah, southern style for that nine pound
you know what i’m saying?
what’s up cutie, you gon’ love this one
it’s the bomb, baby, it’s the bomb, yeah

i’m coming up putting on work on these plexing -ss bustas
my infrared is at that head ’cause n-gga i don’t love ya
you’re listening to the sound of the southern–ss g
and playa hatin’ n-ggas with them badges don’t fear me
n-ggas on the block c-ck your glocks ’cause we gon’ uprise
blastin’ on these b-st-rds ’til the mother f-ckers realize
that we gon’ f-ck that ho chick, come on through b-tch
take a slug trick, i feel this
i’m high up off that fire i put down, leave a n-gga twisted
so bow down, n-gga raise up
step up you, get f-cked up
i pack a desert eagle, mother f-cker
so you better have got your sleep in when i’m creeping
so you fool better recognize
i’ll be that g smoking weed with the crooked eyes
to the fullest, n-gga don’t make me pull it
’cause if i do, fool, you gon’ be the one the bite the bullet
and that’s the sound of my gat saying, “thank ya”
peace, mother f-cker, from that loc’ed out southern gangsta

yeah, we doing it like this
i want all you n-ggas to recognize, you know
the south is on the rise
and uh, for you hoes out there?
a n-gga’s got his mack game down, so uh
watch this

i’m laid back like a mack sipping cognac
so many b-tches on my d-ck they call me goldie mac
i’m just a n-gga black as coal with a silver tongue
spittin’ game like a mother f-cking leak a-don’ sprung
i keeps ’em wet like a faucet from my conversation
that makes it easy for this playa to have penetration
so um, what’s your name? baby, maybe we can get together
go out for a drink or we can kick it on that other level
take your time and unwind and let your emotions go
a playa gon’ be a playa and a ho gon’ be a ho
on the real, what’s the deal, can we get it on?
after i hit i split and let the woman go
out the door, a rubber on the floor
a n-gga like myself ain’t got no love for these hoes
b-tch, please, you feel lame to this game
mackin’ is a sport and i do it for the fame
i’m never caught up with at trick ho, it’s best i let you know
you found me rolling n-ggas out here giving up your cash flow
flip the script and let that b-tch play herself
gold digging hoes will try to get you for your wealth
sew up, recognize and put that b-tch in her place
if she’s out of line, slap that ho in the face
ain’t no slackin’ in my mack is what it’s all about
it’s that mother f-cker from the mother f-cking south

- big 50 lyrics

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