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j. alphonse nicholson - mississippi pride lyrics

[intro]
cook that sh+t up, quay
uh huh
lil murda in this b+tch, i’m ballin’
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
m+i+crooked letter, crooked letter+i+crooked letter, crooked letter+i+hump back, hump back+i
mississippi pride, pride
m+i+crooked letter, crooked letter+i+crooked letter, crooked letter+i+hump back, hump back+i
mississippi pride, pride

[verse 1]
country boy, home bread
raised off corn bread
started off with short paper
now i’m having long bread
dice game, shooting cr+ps
lose it all and make it back
take it straight to the pynk
’bout to blow a couple racks
i send the pack out
and i bring the racks in
walking in through the backdoor
you know i’m bringing my straps in
go and get me a lap dance
booty sound like she clap hands
‘cuz we right by the boot
better know that we tapped in
[chorus]
m+i+crooked letter, crooked letter+i+crooked letter, crooked letter+i+hump back, hump back+i
mississippi pride, pride
m+i+crooked letter, crooked letter+i+crooked letter, crooked letter+i+hump back, hump back+i
mississippi pride, pride

[verse 2]
gotta keep one on me
don’t get your wig split
they don’t want no smoke
ain’t talking no cigarette
put it all on line
went and got me a bigger check
herringbone chain stacked up
imma need me a bigger neck
what you see on the internet (yeah)
my n+ggas be into that
see impalas and caddies pulling up
whenever i feel a threat
we don’t do too much talkin’
just a lot of gangsta walkin’
you come to my city, play it safe
you end up leaving in a coffin

- j alphonse nicholson lyrics

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