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blake - dirty south lyrics

[verse 1: blake]
hi, cl-ss is in session and i am the teacher
i put up points while you talk in the bleacher
laugh at you fakes as i puff on this reefer
claim i am trash and then beg for a feature
you niggas is jokesters put you on the spot
claim that your real when you know that your not
ten k on your shoes, fifteen on your watch
you niggas lost in google and photoshop
you niggas is lame
you niggas all bogus
hit the here blunt then i tip in slow motion
you think that you’re slick?
i’m never left open
you can’t play games with me like you need some more tokens
my b-tches conceited they all rock designer
that gucci, that louis, that dolce & gabbana
yeah they play games this is my medal of honor
all these niggas fake, they all made in china
i’m about that mula that fetti that guap
in and out your ho like the local red box
my niggas keep the work, they never out of stock
do me a favor, keep your ho out my inbox
running this shit and i ain’t even much tired
fuck all you rappers, y’all niggas all fired
i would eat you niggas but y’all are expired
half of these rappers are pathological liars

[chorus: mduke]
i hit your b-tch with that mac, and i don’t put no silence on
fuck nigga get out the way , like i ride with the sirens on
from that dirty dirty south , but keep that mud in a styrofoam
hollygrove hollygrove hollgrove
to san antone it go hollygrove

[verse 2: mateo sun]
spitting my shit boy you know that i’m lethal
fucking her pussy she say pop goes the weasel
smoking this dodi like it’s really legal
stay puttin in hours like credit retrieval
just like a truck my lungs filled with that diesel
can not compare cause b-tch we are not equal
verses stay sharp and on point like a needle
done with my story if so this a sequel
i ain’t no average motha sucka, to these hoes and i’m calling up this chick for some cudda
then i nash her to my brotha
he was down from the gudda
and i need another hoe so i might just fuck the motha like who!
catch me in the booth
nigga disrespect 2 piece to his tooth
ima come thru with your b-tch and the crew
put her in my bowl i slurp her down like some soup boy you know i treat her cruel
see i ate an asian b-tch made her red china rose
and she just tryna choose cuz my name sit on gold
grand theft auto life playing with the cheat codes
flexing on these niggas so i had to let them know
that sun blake duke finna run san antone
she fucking with a nigga cuz she tryna catch a bone
fuck her to the weeknd since we both in the zone
sun!

[verse 3: mduke]
fucking yo b-tch while im smokin’ sativa
i come then she come that’s follow the leader
hit once or twice oh no i do not need her
spitting that fire please open the freezer
me and mateo got hoes in laredo
that nigga blake tho got yo hoe on the payroll
we talkin’ dem dollars talkin’ that yen
if nothing we talkin’ dem euros and pesos
my son catching feelings but she’ll be okay tho
she know that d-ck is 300 like fredo
respect you enough not to fuck in your city
i’m bulling i’ll just take yo b-tch out to waco
these niggas be talking that shit on they twitters
they see me in person got nothin’ to say tho
ain’t no confusion still fuck police
but when i look at 12 i’m like where did the day go

- blake lyrics

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