Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bout The South, artist - Three 6 Mafia. Album song Prophet's Greatest Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.01.2007
Record label: Hypnotize Minds
Song language: English
Bout The South |
| Let’s do this |
| Fuckin’killas |
| Prophet Posse |
| Dayton Family |
| Flip time |
| Miphia Style, Memphis |
| Down South, Gold Teeth |
| Gold D’s Fuck you hoes |
| I pimp you bitches like I’m gold |
| I’m flossin like a bone |
| I’m shinin’like a motherfuckin dime |
| I’m a motherfuckin’playa |
| I’m a motherfuckin’playa!!! |
| Finish it nigga |
| I’m gonna touch your soul |
| Niggas we be cold |
| Make roll, fall, bitches, niggas, hoes |
| Kick it |
| (Dayton Family) |
| Come in for flip bitches we big |
| And plus we bout it Nigga Paul we need that green |
| Can’t live without it Stop at the store |
| We scoop some more |
| And I’ll be rollin |
| Dollars we foldin’on the strip grip is what we holdin' |
| Makin money, ain’t shit funny |
| About these Mephis streets |
| Hookers get pimped from their head to their fuckin’feet |
| Walk in the Denny’s countin them pennies |
| You didn’t come too soon |
| Lookin for fuckin’hookers |
| Suck it in the bathroom |
| Step in the alley not no bally boys, these bitches strife |
| Better make that money for your pimp or he gonna take your life |
| Third street no choose your feet motel 61 |
| Lookin for action so must tench action better have no gun |
| Catherine’s on a hustle |
| So why you bitches wishin' |
| Now I’m on a mission |
| Ghetto ease |
| He with the vipor rollin 80 g’s |
| Pullin’of key suck on these |
| And I’ll just the trees |
| Set me up and get me up |
| I’m down to get ya Hit’cha where we split’cha |
| Makin’sure the story fit’cha |
| (Dayton Family) |
| Life a bitch up in the south |
| Bog boody bitches |
| Got my dick up in their mouth |
| Pimped her to riches |
| Where you from |
| You make me cum |
| With your pussy lips |
| Walkin’strips |
| Shakin’your hips |
| That’s where my money flips |
| Smakin’bithces these lazy bitches off that silky powder |
| Funky bitch |
| Nigga clean your ass |
| Jump in the shower |
| Cleam my pussy |
| And make my money fuckin’all these tricks |
| Suckin’dick fillin’in a pickup truck |
| No time to sit |
| Get your purse |
| Nothin worse |
| than losin money hoe |
| You gone pay me If you gotta be a hooker |
| With five toes |
| Sellin draws, lickin’these balls |
| Make me fall in love |
| Breakin’laws with pussy walls |
| Where you want it touch |
| Nigga I only |
| You the nigga plan to bone it Than nascomponent |
| If you want it Playa a joke up on it |
| My picture freeky |
| I can sleepy bust their head in public |
| Breakin’of the care |
| Fuckin’up their brain |
| Settin these bichtes love it |
| (Killa Klan Kaze) |
| Now I’m a clae south side |
| Forever, any day bitch |
| Makes fucked all the talking |
| Let that AK-40 spray bitch |
| Most of y’all like to see some blood spillen anyway |
| Bodies fell |
| Niggas die young on us everyday |
| If I stay |
| One you bustas down |
| It’s gonna be a loss |
| You gonna pay me What you owe or get jacked on the cross |
| Fire then retire out the game |
| In and out of jail |
| Cause I’m bout’the cheese |
| Fuck the fame |
| You can go to hell |
| With that shit |
| Gosta did what I can |
| Back on this bridge |
| Project Pat |
| Suicidal Lifestyle I’m livin’in |
| Who’s to blame when you run your mouth |
| And you come up dead |
| Slangin’cane |
| Robbed him for his dope |
| Put some in his head |
| Fucked that boy off |
| With that sawed off pump |
| Then I fold Real Mccoy |
| (???) don’t you get some weed |
| Chopped up, Kaze Click we put the fuckin d in dirt |
| Who throw with niggas out of flip and we put in woods |
| Shotgouns, Kase Click we put the fuckin d in dirt |
| Who the throw with niggas out of flip |
| And we gut in woods |