Lyrics A Southern Girl - Z-RO , Yo Gotti
Southern
girl
(Yeah,
she
a
down
south
bitch)
That's
all
I
need
in
my
southern
world
(Yeah,
I'm
on
that
down
south
shit)
I'm
worth
a
million
even
though
I'm
in
my
house
shoes
She
see
money
in
motion,
every
time
my
mouth
move
I'm
such
an
executive
but
I
am
so
south
too
Rifles
in
all
of
my
rides,
under
the
couch
too
When
I
roll
up
in
that
Bentley,
guess
what
her
mouth
do
It
open
up
and
don't
close,
like
a
do'
house
do
You
can
get
some
of
this
penis
but
it's
gon'
cost
you
'Cause
everyday
I'm
hustling,
like
Rick
Ross
do
I
use
to
move
a
lil'
hard,
lil'
soft
too
Now
somebody
move
it
for
me,
I'm
a
boss,
boo
If
you
was
a
regular
broad,
I
would
of
lost
you
Street
smart,
somebody
done
already
taught
you
She
a
red
head
but
she
love
the
way
I
floss
blue
Fuck
you
to
sleep
and
steal
your
shit,
I
showed
her
how
to
She
ain't
a
scary
bitch,
she'll
bust
you
in
your
mouth
too
Football
player
with
that
work,
she
run
a
route
too
Southern
girl
(Yeah,
she
a
down
south
bitch)
That's
all
I
need
in
my
southern
world
(Yeah,
I'm
on
that
down
south
shit)
Yeah
yeah,
southern
girl,
yeah
yeah,
yeah-e-yeah
I'm
on
that
down
south
shit,
rolling
with
my
down
south
bitch
Got
a
thick
bitch,
down
in
Memph'
8 ball
shit,
space
age
pimp
And
my
hoes,
they
don't
wear
no
panties
Pick
'em
up
in
a
white
Rolls
or
the
Phantom
A
young
nigga
use
to
rock
gold
teeth
Before
the
rap
shit
I
would
send
a
whole
key
Hoe
please,
never
been
a
trick
Always
been
a
real
nigga,
on
some
boss
shit
Always
had
a
red
hoe
that
was
gun
thick
She
always
had
stupid
head
that
would
cum
sick
Down
south
bitch,
I'm
talking
Atlanta
Soul
food
eater,
went
to
school
in
Alabama
I'm
talking
bow
leg,
met
her
at
the
galleria
Long
hurr
fat
ass,
man,
you
gotta
see
her
She
for
real,
bitch,
run
'round
in
a
Kia
Put
her
in
the
Bentley
coupe
and
moved
her
to
the
crib
Southern
girl
(Yeah,
she
a
down
south
bitch)
That's
all
I
need
in
my
southern
world
(Yeah,
I'm
on
that
down
south
shit)
Yeah
yeah,
southern
girl,
yeah
yeah,
yeah-e-yeah
I'm
on
that
down
south
shit,
rolling
with
my
down
south
bitch
I
use
to
be
an
asshole,
now
I'm
a
grown
man
King
of
the
ghetto,
while
ruling
over
my
own
land
Regular
women
ain't
invited
to
my
home,
man
Pretty
face
big
booty,
whip
up
a
zone
hand
That
ain't
sweet
and
sour
chicken,
cooking
in
the
kitchen
And
that
ain't
just
her
home
girl,
they
both
into
licking
She'll
set
you
up
for
that
paper,
place
you
into
position
Them
thangs
or
your
life,
one
of
'em
coming
up
missing
She
cornbread
fed,
almost
thicker
than
my
pocket
Already
came
five
times
but
she
ain't
stopping
She
fuck
with
rich
niggaz
but
she
don't
be
name
dropping
When
you
see
her
with
them
rich
niggaz,
bet
she
ain't
bopping
Always
see
her
from
the
back,
she
never
face
front
Never
turn
to
comb
my
hair,
that's
why
she
rock
a
lace
front
Ain't
no
handcuffing,
you
can
taker
her
home
today,
brah
She
don't
belong
to
Mr.
McVey,
brah,
homie,
she's
a
Southern
girl
(Yeah,
she
a
down
south
bitch)
That's
all
I
need
in
my
southern
world
(Yeah,
I'm
on
that
down
south
shit)
Yeah
yeah,
southern
girl,
yeah
yeah,
yeah-e-yeah
I'm
on
that
down
south
shit,
rolling
with
my
down
south
bitch
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