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mylestone - dirty south lyrics

(mylstone)

aye, aye, yeah, yeah, aye
i was taught to go get it boy i had to grab
couldn’t let these n+ggas look at my hand
play yo’ cards right you gon’ be the man
i need ’bout fifty thousand up in my hand
lost my lil’ homie i lost my lil’ jit
losin’ my mind i’m losin’ my sh+t
lil’ mama callin’ she runnin’ her mouth
all in my phone but ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh+t
i told my og i’m tryna get paid
need about five racks each day
need to buy, money comin’ different ways
i need a bad shawty wit’ a slim waist
i need a five star nice taste
i need that calamari wit’ the steak
i need a bust down red face
i need a lil’ shawty wit’ expensive taste
but f+ck what it was, it is what it is
if it ain’t ’bout the money, it ain’t in my ear
if you don’t want the fendi, i’ll getcha hermes
we drippin’ we leakin’ someone get the meds
i’m takin’ of fast it ain’t been a year
stay rep the city but ain’t really there
catchin’ these plays i’m up in the air
throwin’ up fo’s anytime anywhere
aye, aye, dirty south sh+t n+gga i’m like
woah sh+t n+gga, i’m like woah
south sh+t n+gga

(austin semo)
yeah yeah, aye semo
i like the way that she f+ckin’ me
why is you touchin’ me?
we are not close so don’t come with that f+ckery
made a quick thousand, i made it real luckily
spend it at neiman’s that’s why they gon’ f+ck with me
snakes in the grass and i hear ’em all hissing
got hoes in my phone and ain’t none of us kissing
they calling me lame but now all of ’em listen
they see him on top and now i see ’em b+tchin’
aye wait
this that dirty south, yeah yeah
this that dirty south, woah woah
this that dirty south, mylestone
this that dirty south aye aye

(mylestone)
i was taught to go get it boy i had to grab
couldn’t let these n+ggas look at my hand
play yo’ cards right you gon’ be the man
i need ’bout fifty thousand up in my hand
lost my lil’ homie i lost my lil’ jit
losin’ my mind i’m losin’ my sh+t
lil’ mama callin’ she runnin’ her mouth
all in my phone but ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh+t
i told my og i’m tryna get paid
need about five racks each day
need to buy, money comin’ different ways
i need a bad shawty wit’ a slim waist
i need a five star nice taste
i need that calamari wit’ the steak
i need a bust down red face
i need a lil’ shawty wit’ expensive taste

- mylestone lyrics

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