Testo Some South Shit - Fiend feat. Ludacris & Yung Wun
Testo della canzone Some South Shit (Fiend feat. Ludacris & Yung Wun), tratta dall'album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3 - In the "R" We Trust
Hell yeah
A-Town, Luda
Ah, woo
She said she was a stripper but she wanted to rhyme
And if I gave her a deal she'd make her legs stretch back to her spine
I told her hit the treadmill, 'til she run outta time
And in the eve, no doubt, she blowin my mind
I'm from the A-Town, put 'em through a G-A course
Cause it's all in the game like EA Sports
From scams and money grams there's unions that wanna wire me
You think you know but really don't, put it in your diary
I'm quick to knock 'em out, they comin in three spurts
I do like Spielberg and see that your dream works
My weed is all lavender, my drink is blue
My gat'll poke you man just to peek at you
Luda give 'em new perm now they hair is right
And they don't wanna get on top, cause they scared of height
So if you Wonder Woman bitch, I'm the Wonder Mack Pro
So shut up and give me that Thundercat hoooe!
When you're fuckin with the Ryders in the R we trust
If you make a false move then these things gon' bust
And when it comes to these bitches, you know how it goes
We don't trust these hoes, oh no
You said you won't, take it off unless there's money involved
I told y'all hold the stack and give hundred a call
I prefer it when you're pissy drunk, blunted and all
Tellin me she hummin on me, nawww
I got got, three niggas just diggin these balls
And all three really won't see y'all, we outside
In the 'Burb in the 'Burb, rough ridin puffin the herb
Discussin the curb, she said she from B.K
And I get it my way all day like BK, no mo' need say
So Fiend playa, nothin beats countin some cash
Then bounce it up in some ass, better yet
Big amounts of expendable hash
And Remy water fall in your glass, she chose me
Pimp nigga like we chose to be rich
Step it off and expose your bitch
I was in the Bitterroots Mountains, for a week in Montana
Then slid to Willow Creek for a drink in Colorado
With this chick yesterday, said she leavin tomorrow
I'm tryin to fuck her mouth tonight, cause she leavin tomorrow
The only thing she asked me was 'bout my lady at home
Like you my lady at home, got my baby at home
I was on some shit like 'Kiss, is we fuckin or what?
If you don't wanna get a room, we can fuck in the truck
Cuddle a bit but don't piss me off
You don't mean nuttin to me shorty, I'll piss in your mouth
I'm a fat lip, BOY, wide lip, BOY
Give me head, close your legs, I want it lip girl!
Ruff Ryders
Credits
Writer(s): Kasseem Dean, Christopher Brian Bridges, Yung Wun, Fien
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