Lyrics

Damn Davis Drop that bitch Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up Play me some of that $uicide Pimpin' Juicemane, A$AP Rocky, $UICIDEBOY$ Y'all know what it is Let's go Do them freaky thangs Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs Down on the floor Do them freaky thangs Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs Down on the floor Do, do them freaky thangs Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs Down on the floor Do them freaky thangs Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs Bitch, you know I like that freaky shit I love a freaky bitch (Get naked) Just get nasty for a nigga Bitch, I'm filthy rich Don't stop, pop that pussy (Pussy) Make that money, baby (Get money) Fuck that conversation Make them niggas compensate ya' I'm in Magic City (City) I'm grabbin' ass and titties (Always) I'm leaving King Of Diamonds All them bitches leaving with me Can't fuck in Tennessee Bet them bitches remember me I smoke a mild and make them Pop a bean and drink that Hennessy (Get high) Hennything is possible I got a lot to blow White girls on a lot of blow That's a lot of snow (Cocaine) Bitches love to bust it open That's just what you gotta know You ain't tryna pop it, hoe Bitch, you know you gotta go Cause down south girls love to Do them freaky thangs Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs Down on the floor Do them freaky thangs Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs Down on the floor Do, do them freaky thangs Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs Down on the floor Do them freaky thangs Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs From the south, she got weed for sale Fix your weave and nails Out the house, she got lean for sale Pink codeine and syrup In the drought, come fuck for free, for real But for me it's still on the house I get it cheap for real without a re, you tell (Run your mouth) Hop in my vehicle, I put the D in tail Burning out, I push the V6-12, I put the V in 12 200 miles, cuz' if I see the twelve My speed won't leave a trail Don't turn around Cuz if I, if I, if I see the jail Then I won't see you girl If I, if I, if I meet your friend Then I won't need you girl If you, if you, if you give me threesome shit Then I won't leave you girl You gotta go, if you shy to ride a stripper pole There it go, real niggas know Real girls get down on the floor, on the floor Do them freaky thangs Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs Down on the floor Do them freaky thangs Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs Yeah hoe, yeah hoe, yeah Yeah hoe, yeah hoe, yeah Yeah hoe, yeah hoe, yeah Aye, Ruby da—, Ruby da—, Ruby da—, aye I once knew this hoe named Margaret Who thought that she was hard to get Then when she wanted somethin', yeah, I bought her it Ruby beat the pussy with a bat!—yeah, he slaughter it Cuttin' up like back in fucking class, but I'm smarter, bitch Curve a fucking hoe 'cause she a duck, and no, I want no part of it It's still "fuck a hoe", she think my dick some sort of parlor trick It's still run a whore over with the foreign drip Ask her how the tires fuckin' taste Yeah, that's the start, lil' bitch Ruby got the big body Benz, ain't no parking it She want them kids inside her pussy, but there ain't no parkin' it, uh Slob on my knob, lil' bitch, do your job Suck it with the skin, while you fuck the whole team Rob you out your pockets, whistle up the code All my partners dipped in gold, hit my little bottom, bitch Lesbo in the closet, still bouncin' like hydraulics Six-fo' knockin', all these hoes like Death Row '94 Black, Asian, Persian, even white girls Skinny savage pimp with a mink coat, walkin' with a limp Cut Throat, Rocky, Plague, and Uncle Juicemane Still fuck a hoe And that's goin' to the grave, that's goin' to the grave
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Julian C. Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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