Lyrics That Girl - Erick Sermon, Big Krit, Ricco Barrino

That Girl

Check it, hmm
My mom’s was born in the Bama
Raised in the sunshine state when she was eight (Uh)
A southern girl who raised me, look at me
A track record too long to fit in this song
Strong ass women, tougher than leather
Tougher than the pair of denim, ass barely fit in them
These girls, girls, girls, girls
Not everybody is the same around the world
Southern girls got swing, that’s swang, not torque, not walk
Damn, look at that thang (Uh huh)
You the reason, got me sneezing
God bless you, devil got me want to undress you
Gramma schooled me, so I must respect you
Made me aware, so I can’t neglect you
You see her, the new age Aaliyah
And I see you tryna be her
Slow that girl, ooh little mama so bad (So bad)
She’s a boss, now she’s got her own bag (Bag, bag, bag)
I think I want to
Slow that girl, ooh little mama so bad (So bad)
She’s a boss, now she’s got her own bag (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don’t save her, she don’t wanna be saved
She shaking what her mama gave
They all want that ass, that Kim Kardash
They get shots to get there fast, to get that cash (Uh)
And they doing this back to back
She’s a stripper, now how 'bout we get back to that (Uh)
I ain’t the one to give you no hassle
You a Georgia peach, I come from the apple (Uh)
You won’t perform on stage, I rap, you clap
The money gets stacked, facts
Something like the Player’s club but not flick (Nuh)
She do it for her son and that certificate
Soon she will have to face it
And explain to her child later how mom was getting paper (Uh)
South Bronx to South Central
And I can’t forget you South Beach, I gotta
Slow that girl, ooh little mama so bad (So bad)
She’s a boss, now she’s got her own bag (Bag, bag, bag)
I think I want to
Slow that girl, ooh little mama so bad (So bad)
She’s a boss, now she’s got her own bag (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Young Krizzle
Bitch always calling bread, think that suck degrees off the pot
Southern good whip, plus they put they get to the knots
I’m talking taking care of home, get it on her own
Wouldn’t be surprised if she riding on chrome
She got that hustle from her mama in that ass too
Ain’t falling victim to no lames when they pass through
Mindframe big bank, better be about it
You ain’t down to scrape for a Southern girl, think about it
Independant, educated
She a queen but she get down on it
If she want it when it’s elevated
Percolated percolator
Hate a running back
Front row, thump stone, waiting on a thunder clap
It ain’t all about strip clubs, no
Even if there’s a hole in the wall
She gon' make it so where you never leave at all
And she’ll be there when you call
I’m talking 'bout
Slow that girl, ooh little mama so bad (So bad)
She’s a boss, now she’s got her own bag (Bag, bag, bag)
I think I want to
Slow that girl, ooh little mama so bad (So bad)
She’s a boss, now she’s got her own bag (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I want you
No don’t you love a southern girl
Yeah, with all the claps, oh baby
Southern girl, don’t you love a southern girl
Oh, with all the claps (All the claps)
Makes me coo coo
Oh, talkin' bout those southern girls
Haha, yeah