Project Pat - Bout the South lyrics

[Intro] Let's do this, f**in' k**as Prophet Posse, Dayton Family Flint Town, Michigan Style, Memphis Down South, Gold Teeth Gold D's, f** you hoes I pimp you b**hes like I'm gold I'm flossin like a bone I'm shinin' like a motherf**in diamond I'm a motherf**in' playa I'm a motherf**in' playa!!! Finish it n***a I'm gonna touch your soul n***as we be cold Bank roll, fold, b**hes, n***as, hoes Kick it [Verse 1: Dayton Family] Comin from Flint, b**hes we big And plus we 'bout it n***a Paul we need that green Can't live without it Stop at the store, let's scoop some Moet And now we rollin Dollars we foldin' on the strip Grip is what we holdin' Makin money, ain't sh** funny About these Memphis streets Hookers get pimped from their head To their f**in' feet Walk in the Denny's countin' them pennies You didn't come too soon Lookin for f**in' hookers s**in' in the bathroom Step in the alley not no bally Boy these b**hes strife Better make that money for your pimp Or he gon' take your life Third street now choose your feet Motel 61 Lookin for action So much transaction, better have no gun Catherine's on a hustle So why you b**hes wishin' Off from court from Bootleg And now I'm on a mission Ghetto ease He with the Viper rollin 80 G's Boomin' off keys s** on these And I'm just smokin' trees Set me up and get me up I gotta get ya Hit ya where we split ya Makin' sure the story fit ya [Chorus #1] Set me up and wet me up I gotta get ya Hit ya where we split ya Makin' sure the story fit ya [Verse 2: Dayton Family] Life's a b**h up in the south Big booty b**hes Got my dick up in their mouth Pimped her to riches Where you from? You make me cum with your p**y lips Walkin' strips Shakin' your hips, that's where my money flips Smakin' b**hes These lazy b**hes off that silky powder Funky b**h n***a clean your a**, jump in the shower Clean my p**y And make my money f**in' all these tricks s**in' dick Fillin' in a pickup truck, no time to sit Get your purse Nothin' worse than losin' money hoe You gon' pay me If you gotta be a hooker with five toes Sellin draws Lickin' these balls make me fall in love Breakin' laws With p**y walls where you want it touched n***a I own it You the n***a plan to bone it That Mascarponé If you want it, playa joke up on it My b**hes freaky I can sneaky bust they head in public Breakin' off the cane f**in' up they brains And these b**hes love it [Chorus #2] My b**hes freaky I can sneaky bust they head in public Breakin' off the cane f**in' up they brains And these b**hes love it [Verse: Project Pat, from k**a Klan Kaze] Now I'mma claim South Side, forever, any day b**h Mane f** all this talking, let that AK-40 spray which Most of y'all like to see some blood spillin' anyway Bodies fall, n***as dyin' young, all that's everyday If I slay one of you bustas down it's gon' be a loss You gon' pay me What you owe and get jacked in that cross Fire then retire out the game, in and out of jail Cause I'm bout' this cheese, f** the fame, you can go to hell With that sh**, got's to get what I can, back on these bricks Project Pat, suicidal lifestyle, I'm livin' it Who's to blame when you run yo mouth and you come up dead Slangin' caine, robbed him for his dope, put some in his head f**ed that boy off with that sawed off pump Then I told real McCoy, what you dealin' with, don't get yo wig Chopped up, Kaze Click we put the f**in' "d" in dirt Hooked up with n***as outta Flint and we put in work [Chorus #3] Chopped up, Kaze Click we put the f**in' "d" in dirt Hooked up with n***as outta Flint and we put in work