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louisiana gurls - nariyśon lyrics

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[verse 1]
d*mn, i come from a far away land
where the boys gotta tw*ng, and the girls get bands
there’s a lot of red bones, who always stay so stoned
and a couple bad boys who stay hard like stone
girls go down on you you you, make a sound, or two just like…
so sweet like honey, so funny, but hardbody on the outside, mike, and ike
it’s hot outside, in a minute it’s cold, that south coast weather that’s so so bold
y’all see the wrist, it’s so d*mn cold, it’s from the south, cause we barely see snow

[pre chorus]
you can travel the world (i wanna, i wanna)
but nothing can compare to that dirty south coast
cause we cornbread fed, you see that figure in the clothes
don’t mean to really boast like…
i gotta really boast like…

[post chorus]
la girls, i’m talking louisian*na*na
(yeah they so tight, yeah they so*so hype
they don’t mess with suckers, cause they really*really bite)
la girls, i’m talking louisian*na*na
(we so trill, leave you bald like dill, got you in a pickle, so here’s the deal)
la girls, i’m talking louisian*na*na
(man south coast represent, it’s hotter down south, that’s evident)
la girls, i’m talking louisian*na*na
(man south coast put your hands up like…)
ight, ight
(put your hands up, put your hands up)

[verse 2]
man i’m out here in monroe, know i’m from the southside
might get a nola, get a hint of doja
yeah i gotta leave soon, these dudes doin’ a drive by
oh you wanna go to baton rouge, wanna go to the hood?
like megan what’s good? like miley what’s good?
our summers so hotter, thought you understood
i’m from the 318, and the 214, this song bout one of those area codes
cut me off a chicken head, but i don’t gotta roast
no gps, but i’ma address that post
call that boy casper by the way i go ghost
make his soda pop like a got d*mn float
i’m with a og, smoking og, yeah i’m rolling
i got more things heavier than toting, these lame*o’s fake, these lames phony
oh you really wanna call me? don’t phone me

[pre chorus]
you can travel the world (i wanna, i wanna)
but nothing can compare to that dirty south coast
cause we cornbread fed, you see that figure in the clothes
don’t mean to really boast like…
i gotta really boast like…

[post chorus]
la girls, i’m talking louisian*na*na
(yeah they so tight, yeah they so*so hype
they don’t mess with suckers, cause they really*really bite)
la girls, i’m talking louisian*na*na
(we so trill, leave you bald like dill, got you in a pickle, so here’s the deal)
la girls, i’m talking louisian*na*na
(man south coast represent, it’s hotter down south, that’s evident)
la girls, i’m talking louisian*na*na
(man south coast put your hands up like…)
ight, ight
(put your hands up, put your hands up)
[outro]
what you know about them louisiana girls?
man i love them weezyana girls?
what you know about them louisiana boys?
man i love them weezyana boys?
(ha ha ha, mwah)

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