Yego Fields - Southern Delight lyrics

[Verse 1] Skinny jeans, new chucks Red s*ut with a fat a** this your b**h too huh I'm too hot A n***a scorching Quick to put out a hit, a n***a was born Scott Storchin' Hold up not an eighth in this two liter I seem throwed but the towel still clean as f** I do this for my southern n***a who praise Pimp C and Bun These n***as taking about respect from us n***a you none This for my southern b**hes who trying to f** for riches, Shake that a** girl we know your mission [Bridge] Them n***as still talking sh** can come up missing One time for them Bee Bop ladies who count the ones from the little ones its a southern tradition I'm a southern son , southern n***a, underground God What the f** y'all thinking Man we trying to make the Andres proud f** them other n***as who ain't paying attention This is free admission to the school of the underground Professor Yego in the building lecturing little n***as who don't f**ing get it [Verse 2] Now who really want it Who wants to f** with it I got the Tommy Ye a Mack Big dick n***a pulling hoes off the road I like my weed rolled in Juicy Jay rolling papers Bubble gum flavor b**h s** this dick under the table I've been high all day a n***a feel like Faybo I got ten thousand on the table Let my b**h count my money and if a penny come up missing find Denise in them ditches I make a b**h disappear from the snap of my fingers I'm a magician These n***as think they the sh** the just silent farts Man they words are charmin I'm wiping my a** with their lyrics, they my a**istants Now truth or dare what you want Cause we are about to expose these hoes and these hoe a** n***as who out here catching feelings for a hoe who turning tricks and y'all giving them benefits and we not benefiting sh** off of your music I'm a Southern Delight in no light I bars for b**hes No MC Lyte, but I lit up them speakers Shine bright like sequence She f** for no money man my status is the reason Never paid for p**y and never will She ride me like an Indian on one wheel I'm too high I smoke a lot of trees, highs as an oak and my girl sweeter than Maple Leaves Played her like the team Leave with nothing but wet dreams Yeah I'm cold ho Don't act you ain't know b**h I'm hot and cold b**h All these hoes snort Katy and we just f** on the floor b**h Woah, Woah b**h slow your roll This a dick not a road Take it slow I'm trying to get head in the turning lane (get head in the turning lane) This b**h crazy if she don't she about to s** this dick I'm too legit Hard as E and this b**h is easy I just tell her what she wants too hear and she will believe me I'm too real and its clear I'm a Blu-Ray player I'm just what the south needed These other n***as just previews and I'm what they came to see For a moment they look good until you actually see them I'm a walking cla**ic man and I don't like suits I got my coupe and a 72 I got my cougar on a double deuce Now who say I ain't the truth How dare they I don't know how to prove it I mean these n***as just foolish They just shawty lo's I'm trying to be another Kurt Cobain and not another Kurt Cobain