| Su woo
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| Bitch I’m from the south, the south side
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| We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
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| Y’all die, we all ride
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| And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the south side
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| We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
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| Y’all die, we all ride
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| Ey pussy nigga you know you ain’t from the south
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| Junior
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| Catch me in the whip, extra with the clip
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| Leaning to the right side army guns big chips
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| Wine candy on the strip
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| You know how we get it when we coming with the flip
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| Cus we running with the flip
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| And the money is a must and hoes we don’t trust
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| Guns in the cut bitch know wassup
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| 20 on the slab, 50 in the jag
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| Coming through the air hustling on her ass
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| Ordinary nigga with extraordinary style
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| Swagger to the ceiling nigga hustling gone wild
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| Hustling with my child
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| Blowin' out the pound, come from uptown
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| Banana clips a hundred rounds, blaaa!
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| Bitch I’m from the south, the south side
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| We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
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| Y’all die, we all ride
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| And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the south side
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| We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
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| Y’all die, we all ride
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| Ey pussy nigga you know you ain’t from the south
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| Careful with the swanga
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| Come and true banging
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| Kill another kurb nigga hustling but ain’t hanging
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| Up on the post where the money do come
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| Got a spot make a hundred the one that do run
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| Who back up on the slab in all black paper tags
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| Ya that be the money and the Louie all cash
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| Back like I swung through, Hummer and the Benz
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| Coupe Benz 6 and no roof, Rolls Royce and Gucci shoes
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| Haha, ya digg, ya understand, Cash Money, Young Money
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| Been about be big money, get money, bleed money
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| Flip money, see money, spend big face new hundreds
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| Bitch I’m from the south, the south side
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| We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
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| Y’all die, we all ride
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| And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the south side
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| We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
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| Y’all die, we all ride
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| Ey pussy nigga you know you ain’t from the south
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| Catch me in the neck of my woods
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| We all good, we all hood
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| Got them thangs taped that’s when I come through
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| Nigga got them paper plates money when we fall through
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| Brand new china k monster with the sun roof
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| Cherry with the lumber, birds cheap numbers
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| That’s how we do it bitch stuntin' every summer
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| Born breaded soldier, known high roller
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| K gave me the game hustling into know ya
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| Always strapped f*ck if they coming, better be strapped
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| Bitch a hundred we dumping, blowin' rocking jewels
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| F*ck it we cool
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| Nigga out of line so we chopped him out his shoes 100
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| Bitch I’m from the south, the south side
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| We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
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| Y’all die, we all ride
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| And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the south side
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| We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
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| Y’all die, we all ride
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| Ey pussy nigga you know you ain’t from the south
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| Ya just know it’s like you candy paint nigga
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| We don’t play with these pussies
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| Big money shit, global with it ya know
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| Yeah bitch, born rich neighborhood superstar
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| Junior, Young Mula, CMB, yeah baby, army gunz |