Prophet Posse - Bout The South Lyrics
featuring Dayton Family (Dayton Family) Let's do this *****in' killas Prophet Posse Dayton Family Flip time Miphia Style, Memphis Down South, Gold Teeth Gold D's ***** you hoes I pimp you *****es like I'm gold I'm flossin like a bone I'm shinin' like a mother*****in dime I'm a mother*****in' playa I'm a mother*****in' playa!!! Finish it nigga I'm gonna touch your soul Niggas we be cold Make roll, fall, *****es, niggas, hoes Kick it (Dayton Family) Come in for flip *****es 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 *****in' feet Walk in the Denny's countin them pennies You didn't come too soon Lookin for *****in' hookers Suck it in the bathroom Step in the alley not no bally boys, these *****es 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 *****es 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 Chorus#1 x5 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 ***** up in the south Bog boody *****es Got my dick up in their mouth Pimped her to riches Where you from You make me cum With your ***** lips Walkin' strips Shakin' your hips That's where my money flips Smakin' bithces these lazy *****es off that silky powder Funky ***** Nigga clean your ass Jump in the shower Cleam my ***** And make my money *****in' 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 ***** 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 Chorus#2 x5 My picture freeky I can sleepy bust their head in public Breakin' of the care *****in' up their brain Settin these bichtes love it (Killa Klan Kaze) Now I'm a clae south side Forever, any day ***** Makes *****ed all the talking Let that AK-40 spray ***** 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 ***** 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 *****ed 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 *****in d in dirt Who throw with niggas out of flip and we put in woods Chorus#3 x3 Shotgouns, Kase Click we put the *****in d in dirt Who the throw with niggas out of flip And we gut in woods
