Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song That Girl, artist - Erick Sermon. Date of issue: 18.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |