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ruff ryders - some south shit lyrics

artist: fiend, ludacris, yung wun
alb-m: ruff ryders – ryde or die volume three: in the ‘r’ we trust
song: some south sh-t

[ludacris]
h-ll yeah, a-town, luda
ahh, whoo!

she said she was a stripper but she wanted to rhyme
and if i gave her a deal she make her legs stretch back to her spine
i told her hit the treadmill, ’til she run out of time
and in the eve no doubt, she was blowin my mind
i’m from the a-town, put ’em through a ga course
cause “it’s all in the game” like ea sports
from scams and money grams, there’s unions that wanna wire me
“you think you know but really don’t” – put it in your “diary”
i’m quick to knock ’em out, they comin in three spurts
i do like spielberg and see that yo’ +dreamworks+
my weed is all lavender, my drink is blue
my gat’ll, +poke-a-man+, it’s the pikachu
luda give ’em new perm, now they hair is wet
and they don’t wanna get on top, cause they scared of heights
so if you wonderwoman b-tch i’m the wondermack pro
so shut up and gimme that thundercat hoooo

[chorus 2x: icepick jay]
when you f-ckin with ryders, in the “r” we trust
if you make a false move then these things gon’ bust
and when it comes to these b-tches, you know how it goes
we don’t trust these hooooes

[fiend]
she said she won’t, take it off unless there’s money involved
i told y’all hold the stack and give hundred a call
i referred to when you p-ssy drunk, blunted and all
tellin me she humpin harder than y’aaaall
got got – three n-gg-z just diggin these b-lls
and all three really won’t see y’all
outside, in the burgandy bird
ruff rydin puffin the herb, discussin the curb
she said she from b.k.
and i did it “my way, all day” like b.k., no more need say
so fiend playa, you know i’m busy countin some cash
then bouncin up on some -ss
better yet, think i’m on some extendable hash
you really wanna fall in ya gl-ss
she chose me, pimp n-gg- like we chose to be rich
double-r then stole ya b-tch

[chorus]

[yung wun]
hah, i say you better move now for a week in montana
then slick ’em without drinks for i drink in colorado
this chick yesterday said she leavin tomorrow
i’m tryin to f-ck her mouth tonight cause she leavin tomorrow
the only thing she act stupid’s bout my lady at home
lie to my lady at home, got my baby at home
man, i was on some sh-t like ‘kiss, is we “f-ckin’ or what?”
if you don’t wanna get a room, we can f-ck in the truck
we can cut to a b-tch, but don’t p-ss me off
you don’t mean that to me shorty, i’ll p-ss in your mouth
i’m a violent – boy, whylin boy
playa hater close your legs, i want no lip girl

- ruff ryders lyrics

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