| From the South to the bottom
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| It’s the brand new Trick
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| (M.I.A., down South, yo yo College Park)
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| And if you never been down South before
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| We bout to show y’al how we ridin' (Get up, get up)
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| (Let's…let's go)
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| Be like down South show a lil' change
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| For the girls in the club that be shakin' that thang
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| And got the young players comin' up, wanna run thangs
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| Y’all see them girls when they in them g-strangs
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| Now everybody wanna be down wit da South
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| (Now everybody wanna be down wit da South)
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| Now everybody tryin' to get down wit da South
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| (Now everybody tryin' to get down wit da South)
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| Cause in the club (In the club)
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| All them girls that be shakin' in the club
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| In da club (In the club)
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| All the thugs they be playin' in the club (Ooooh)
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| Yo, I’m from the state where the sun shine
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| Where the women are pretty and they so fine
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| Where the dudes are rude but they so cool
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| Listen good weather is better for a good fella
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| And every ride will probably be on twenty-two's or twenty-four's on T-0's
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| And you know like I know, we gon' represent it everywhere we go
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| And every time we drop hits
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| For hittin' everything we spit it gots to be the shit
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| So give me a fresh white tee
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| A pair of Preist jeans and some j’s yall never seen
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| An I can’t help but win on heavy rotation
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| On all of your stations
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| Down South takin' over all of the charts
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| We just got started and will not stop
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| You ain’t never seen a big ol' ass like this
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| And you ain’t never gon' run across a badder bitch
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| I’m Ms. Trina, Miami’s finest
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| And you can ask your man who has the flyest
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| Players who millionaires try to buy this
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| And I ain’t got shit to hide
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| I like to squat and ride
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| Go front and back, side to side
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| Bend me over show me what you holdin'
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| And oh shit, now give it to me, give me that big ol' dick
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| First suck me up, and then buck me up
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| Go deeper, deeper, beat me, beat me
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| Let’s make a sequel for the naked people
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| Your whole click against my click
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| Now shake that ass, shake that ass
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| Shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad
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| Here we come to fuck the whole floor
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| Ying Yang Twins kickin' in your door
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| Scat like a rat when a cat comin' out the house
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| Dirty South
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| Y bad, we done did it again
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| Trick Daddy and the Ying Yang Twins
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| If you don’t know, Let me fill you in
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| I hope you know we in it to win
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| You didn’t know we the super friends
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| We done did another song again
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| So I just know it’s on again
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| We gonna put a joint to win
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| Y’all gonna get rolled over like a bulldozer
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| I hope you know the game over
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| Dade County the fullest county
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| We still run these got damn streets
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| I don’t think I’ma change
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| In ten years I’ma be doin' the same damn thang
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| Nigga fuck hoes
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| Nigga do shows
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| Nigga get in trouble, uh oh
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| Will I smoke if it ain’t dro
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| Hell no player so fuck no
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| Now shake that ass, shake that ass
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| Shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad
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| Now shake that ass, shake that ass
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| Shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad
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| Now shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad
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| Shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad
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| Now shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad
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| Shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Down wit da South , by - Trick Daddy. Song from the album Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп