Mik319
Hey this is Mike, i want to give shout outz to(i got bored so i tried to think of all the people i knew):
Andy-Kool Party, Kohl, Matt, Jamie-Its ok, im not mad at u nemore, Nicole, Meg'n(Spegan), Tiffany(Bambi), Jess(Jester), Britt, Caitlyn, Caitlin, Melissa, Danielle, Jessika, Jen, Lyndz, Chris, Kelly, Mark, and all ya other peepz.
SOUTHER HOSPITALITY
Verse 1
Ah
Cadillac grills
Cadillac mills
Check out the oil
My Cadillac spills
Matter of fact
Candy Paint
Cadillac kills
So check out the hoes my Cadillac fills
20 inch wide
20 inch high
Oh dont you like my 20 inch ride
20 inch thighs make 20 inch eyes
Hoping for American 20 inch pies
Pretty ass clothes
Pretty ass toes
Oh how I love these pretty ass hoes
Pretty ass high class anything goes
Catch them in the club throwing pretty ass bows
Long John draws
Long John stalls
Any stank puss
Makes my long John Pause
Women on the cell making long John Calls
And if they like to juggle get long Johns balls
Chorus
All my players in the house that can buy the bar
And the balling ass niggas with the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you dont love them hoes
Then when you get on the floor
(Nigga throw dem bows)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a matchin ass
With your fly ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor
(Nigga throw dem bows)
Verse 2
Dirty south mind blown
Dirty south bread
Catfish fried up dirty south fed
Sleep in a cot pickin dirty south bed
Dirty south girls
Give me dirty south head
Hand me down flip flops
Hand me down socks
Hand me down drug dealers
Hand me down rocks
Hand me down a fiftty pack
Swisher a sweet box
And goodfella rich nigga hand me down stocks
Mouth full of platinum
Mouth full of gold
40 glock cal
Keep your mouth on hold
Lie through your teeth
You could find your mouth cold
And rip out your tongue cause
What your mouth told
Sweat for the lemonade
Sweat for the tea
Sweat from the hot sauce
Sweat from the D
You could sweat from a burn in a third degree
And if you sweat in your sleep
Then you sweat from me
Chorus
Verse 3
Hit by stars
Hit by cars
Drunk off the liquor
Getting hit by bars
Keep your girl close
Cause she hit by far
Hit by the neptunes
Hit by guitars
Afro picks
Afro chicks
I let my soul glow
From my afro dick
Rabbit it out the hat
Pulling afro tricks
Afro America
Afro dick
Overall country
Overall jeans
Overall Georgia
We overall clean
Southern hospitality
Or overall mean
Overall triple
Overall beams
Thugged out niggas
Wearing thugged out chains
Thugged out blocks
Playing thugged out games
All black tinted up
Thugged out range
DTP stay doing thugged out things
Chorus
MOVE B*TCH
CHORUS (4X)
Move bitch, get out da way
Get out da way, bitch, get out da way.
VERSE 1
Oh no, the fight's out
I'm bout to punch yo lights out
Get da fuck back, guard your grill
Is somethin wrong? we can't stay still.
I been drinkin and bustin too and I
Been thinkin of bustin you upside your muthafuckin forehead
And if your friends jump in (oh girl) they'll be more dead.
Causin confusion disturbin da peace ciss
Not an illusion we runnin the streets ah
So bye bye to all you groupies and gold diggers
Is there a bumper on yo ass? no nigga!
I&'m doin a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit get the fuck outta my way
I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober
And you about to get ran the fuck over.
CHORUS (4X)
VERSE 2 (Mystikal)
Here I come
Here I go uh-o
Don't jump bitch move
You see them head lights
You hear that fuckin crowd
Start that goddamn show I'm comin through
Hit the stage and
Knock the curtains down
I'll fuck the crowd up.. that's what I do.
Young and successful, sex symbol
Now bitches want me to fuck 'em (true true)
Hold up wait up shorty
O-ah-what's up?
Get my dick suck (what are you doin?)
Sideline-my fuckin business
Tryin' to get my paper, child support suing.
Give me that truck and take that rental back.
Who bought these fuckin TV's and the jewelry bitch tell me dat
No I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck.
But I'm a take it like this bitch, you best not walk in front my tour bus!
CHORUS (4X)
VERSE 3
I'm on da right track
Beef got da right Mack
Hit da trunk, grab da pump, punk ill be right back
We buy bars out (out), show my scars out (out),
We heard there's hoes out, so we brought da cars out
Grab da peels cause we boppin tonight
Beat the shit outta security we stompin da fight
I got a fifth of that Remy fuck the Belvie and Cris,
I'm sellin shit up in da club like I work in dat bitch
Fuck da dresscode its street clothes we all street niggaz
We on da dance floor throwin bows beaten up niggaz
I'm from da Dec try to disrespect D T P
And watch da bottles start flyin from da V I P
Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch two in ya body
Grab ya foe throw da fight dog who in da party?
So move bitch get out da way ho
All y'all faggot muthafuckaz make way for two O's, so'
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