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bout the south - dayton family lyrics

[intro]
let’s do this, f-ckin’ k!llas
prophet posse, dayton family
flint town, michigan style, memphis
down south, gold t–th
gold d’s, f-ck you hoes
i pimp you b-tches like i’m gold
i’m flossin like a bone
i’m shinin’ like a motherf-ckin diamond
i’m a motherf-ckin’ playa
i’m a motherf-ckin’ playa!!!
finish it n-gga
i’m gonna touch your soul
n-ggas we be cold
bank roll, fold, b-tches, n-ggas, hoes
kick it

[verse 1: dayton family]
comin from flint, b-tches we big
and plus we ’bout it
n-gga paul we need that green
can’t live without it
stop at the store, let’s scoop some moet
and now we rollin
dollars we foldin’ on the strip
grip is what we holdin’
makin money, ain’t sh-t funny
about these memphis streets
hookers get pimped from their head
to their f-ckin’ feet
walk in the denny’s countin’ them pennies
you didn’t come too soon
lookin for f-ckin’ hookers
suckin’ in the bathroom
step in the alley not no bally
boy these b-tches strife
better make that money for your pimp
or he gon’ take your life
third street now choose your feet motel 61
lookin for action
so much transaction, better have no gun
catherine’s on a hustle
so why you b-tches wishin’
off from court from bootleg
and now i’m on a mission
ghetto ease
he with the viper rollin 80 g’s
boomin’ off keys suck on these
and i’m just smokin’ trees
set me up and get me up
i gotta get ya
hit ya where we split ya
makin’ sure the story fit ya

[chorus #1]
set me up and wet me up
i gotta get ya
hit ya where we split ya
makin’ sure the story fit ya

[verse 2: dayton family]
life’s a b-tch up in the south
big booty b-tches
got my d-ck up in their mouth
pimped her to riches
where you from?
you make me c-m with your p-ssy lips
walkin’ strips
shakin’ your hips, that’s where my money flips
smakin’ b-tches
these lazy b-tches off that silky powder
funky b-tch
n-gga clean your -ss, jump in the shower
clean my p-ssy
and make my money f-ckin’ all these tricks
suckin’ d-ck
fillin’ in a pickup truck, no time to sit
get your purse
nothin’ worse than losin’ money hoe
you gon’ pay me
if you gotta be a hooker with five toes
sellin draws
l!ckin’ these b-lls make me fall in love
breakin’ laws
with p-ssy walls where you want it touched
n-gga i own it
you the n-gga plan to bone it
that mascarponé
if you want it, playa joke up on it
my b-tches freaky
i can sneaky bust they head in public
breakin’ off the cane
f-ckin’ up they brains
and these b-tches love it

[chorus #2]
my b-tches freaky
i can sneaky bust they head in public
breakin’ off the cane
f-ckin’ up they brains
and these b-tches love it

[verse: project pat, from k!lla klan kaze]
now i’mma claim south side, forever, any day b-tch
mane f-ck all this talking, let that ak-40 spray which
most of y’all like to see some blood spillin’ anyway
bodies fall, n-ggas dyin’ young, all that’s everyday
if i slay one of you bustas down it’s gon’ be a loss
you gon’ pay me what you owe and get jacked in that cross
fire then retire out the game, in and out of jail
cause i’m bout’ this cheese, f-ck the fame, you can go to h-ll
with that sh-t, got’s to get what i can, back on these bricks
project pat, suicidal lifestyle, i’m livin’ it
who’s to blame when you run yo mouth and you come up dead
slangin’ caine, robbed him for his dope, put some in his head
f-cked that boy off with that sawed off pump
then i told real mccoy, what you dealin’ with, don’t get yo wig
chopped up, kaze cl!ck we put the f-ckin’ “d” in dirt
hooked up with n-ggas outta flint and we put in work

[chorus #3]
chopped up, kaze cl!ck we put the f-ckin’ “d” in dirt
hooked up with n-ggas outta flint and we put in work

- dayton family lyrics

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