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ygtut – players in the south lyrics

[intro]
n-gga, n-gga
ya
n-gga

[verse 1]
ima go get teardrops tatted, cause a n-gga been k!lling sh-t
leave a n-gga slumped in his living room on some k!ller sh-t
hit the blunt so swiftly
walking with a limp like mr. bigsby
getting busy, i ain’t got no job
d-mn tommy, how you working hard?
don’t make me pull yo card, like a magic trick
i don’t doubt a b-tch
i just hop in my whip lay on the gas and shift
the whole fashion sh-t
yo sh-t sound like sushi, it’s an acquired taste
i brought my n-gga tigga with me, just so y’all could feel the b-ss
i remember hitting l!cks in the 10th grade, me and big quade
and we hustled when it’s lunch time
nowadays i’m in the school dropping hits
like it’s buckets in the forth and it’s muh’f-ckin crunch time
might wanna think two times before you drop that weak sh-t, you just might get bodied
this a c0ke flow got from(..) george bet it weigh 190
i live where bullsh-t can’t find me
you that n-gga ain’t n0body know the rest
that’s a surprise with that sh-t you been makin’
anybody on drugs could’ve made that
where my paper at boy this is payback
read a paperback book on my b-tch -ss (..)
dropping some music her booty so soft
it feel therapeutic or therapeutic i’m not gonna repeat it
you probably won’t see it
the boys see the man and the boys wanna be him
be like your pops i’m not no role model…
that bag in your trunks keep my weed at the bottom
stay rollin’ up like a sleeve keep on fallin’
runnin’ pick ups cause we keep on ballin’ like
jordan and spalding, johnson and wallace
your b-tch so slow she tried to put a foodstamp on an envelope
i’m a king if you didn’t know
i’m at grady’s house sittin’ on the porch eating cantaloupe
the b-tches call me daddy-o
uh, oh yea son everything closer than a m-th-f-cka
getting ready for tour, michael blackson
i’m about to go postal in this m-th-f-cka
i sold my first gram in the park after dark
right across the riverfront it was on the front
f-ckin’ with rico until he got jammed and the whole operation started closing up
we got n-ggas out here that’ll steal your goals and well..
take your clothes and share ’em
if its a man, don’t fear him
he your equal no need to compare him, tut

x3
uh, yea
n-gga, n-gga

yea thats right

[hook x2]
uh, players in the south stack cheese
grippin’ tight, flippin’ white
with that candy on the gold d’s
mixin’ up the sprite i need a lighter for this og
rest in peace to pimp c, lil’ snupe and piny holey moley!

cuz them players in the south stack cheese
grippin’ tight, flippin’ white
with that candy on the gold d’s
mixin’ up the sprite i need a lighter for this og
rest in peace to pimp c, lil’ snupe and dough b

- ygtut lyrics

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