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dj smallz - southern smoke lyrics

[intro: drumma boy]
southern smoke
i go by the name drumma boy
you better light this thang up n-gga
a.k.a. d-boy fresh
eastside jody, southern smoke, “stay-high-sh-t” n-gga
ayyyeee booyyyy!
ooooh sh-t!

[hook: drumma boy]
nothing but ethanol, nothing but hot flame, flame
ki-k!ll a n-gga with this heat, call it insane, insane
nothing but crack here, nothing but straight bang, bang
got this sh-t on fire, now watch me make it rain, hah!
this that southern smoke, smoke
this-this that southern smoke, smoke, ayyee boyy!
this that southern smoke
now watch me make it rain, ayyee!
this that southern smoke, smoke
this-this that southern smoke, smoke, ayyee boyy!
this that southern smoke
now dj make it bang, ayyee!

[verse 1: drumma boy]
now dj make it bang, turn it up in here
about to show you how we flex, hustlers off the year
drumma squad camp get it – dscgi
be like a m47, b-tch i’m born to fly
roll up and bang your whole cl!ck, dri-dri-drive by
got your b-tch exchanging numbers when i slide by
blow your p-ssy like a speaker call it no good
bang that p-ssy nice, bang that p-ssy good
if this a bang contest, then announce me winner
bang with my gang from summer to the winter
just like the 80’s baby, drop it straight crack
b-tch i’m a 80’s baby, real n-ggas back

[verse 2: alley boy]
ooooh!
n-gga this that southern smoke
right before that gun smoke
hollow tips [?] pray them n-ggas who selling dough
greedy n-ggas gotta have it
with the automatic clip long
i’m a own man made, made my own lane
n-gga watch the throne
duct tape 500 strongs, you can talk sh-t but it won’t be long
the feds watching, n-gga f-ck a phone, shots to your dome
alley boy game lord, all my n-ggas they repping [?]
all my n-ggas in memphis and temple, florida they going hard
alley boy and drumma boy, it’s f-ck your mama boy
broomsticks in your -ss, better use a rubber boy
n-gga i’m that southern flame, leave never southern smoke
duct tape the mob and drum squad we at your throat

[verse 3: eastside jody]
this-this that southern smoke
i’m cooking up that southern dough
if selling drugs is a religon, i’m the southern pope
nothing but weed and c0ke, for me that’s how the money comes
a lot of n-ggas with me, and we got a lot of guns
this ain’t no game, this ain’t no joke, we down to die about it
you say you really live that life, be down to die about it
they say you gotta sacrifice, but that dont go for us
because we gon start shooting at you if you f-ck with us
(ba ba ba ba ba!)
kush-kush-kush come from california but i’m southern smoking
my wrist hurt from counting money, i need a ibuprofen
i get big money, but i f-cks with dj smallz
fish scale shawty, in the hood they call me jones

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