Boosie BadAzz - Southern Smoke lyrics

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Boosie BadAzz - Southern Smoke lyrics

[Intro] Yeah (Bow) Yeah (Bow) Yeah (Bow, bow) Yeah (Bow) Yeah (Bow) Yeah (Bow, bow, bow) [Chorus] This that f**in' southern smoke (Bow) Southern smoke (Bow) Better get your southern smoke This that f**in' southern smoke (Bow) Southern smoke (Bow, bow, bow) The se n***as don't want smoke This that f**in' southern smoke (This that smoke) Southern smoke (Southern smoke) These n***as don't want smoke This that f**in' southern smoke (Southern smoke) Southern smoke (Southern smoke) Better get your southern smoke It's that f**in' southern smoke [Verse 1] I'm first to smoke this b**h up like cigarettes in parkin' lots Ain't none changed about me, I'll still hit you with this 40 Glock Carbine with the 30, this b**h wipe you like the Sandman Pistol-whipped to silence so I'll k** ya without a band plan Jambalaya, crawfish, Mardi Gras, see some round tits Money showin', takin' our pictures and we's airin' the n***as For instance, they is get-to-the-cash-talkin' Atlanta n***as Rob his a**, k** him on sight, talkin' Savannah, n***a Them Floridan kids f** with my sh**, I rock with Tampa n***as We don't rap beef at all like y'all, we come and stamp a n***a Hustle summer, winter, spring and fall, that's why the bag different I represent for n***as gettin' money who ain't a**-kissin' [Chorus] Southern smoke (Bow) Southern smoke (Bow) Better get your southern smoke This that f**in' southern smoke (Bow) Southern smoke (Bow, bow, bow) These n***as don't want smoke This that f**in' southern smoke (This that smoke) Southern smoke (Southern smoke) These n***as don't want smoke This that f**in' southern smoke (Southern smoke) Southern smoke (Southern smoke) Better get your southern smoke It's that f**in' southern smoke [Post-Chorus] Break you down to pieces, have you tryna put yourself together Break you down to pieces, have you tryna put yourself together Break you down to pieces, break you down to pieces Break you down to pieces, have you tryna put yourself together [Verse 2] I got my people with me, they got that 30 and that nine He be on Percs all the time, I keep 'em with me We in this b**h, I got my people with me And we ain't worried 'bout a thang Real goons, better watch your f**in' chain, rap n***a Gang sh** down south big mouth trap n***a Cocaine, Codeine, H-Town south with us I know some daytime shooters, lose they mind behind a n***a Mafioso type, I'll rip the spine out a n***a (Southern smoke) On your b**h a**, tweetin' to get your toe tagged Talkin' to that b**h while I'm feedin' 'em to your ho a** Bow, bow (Didn't I tell you?) Bow, bow (Didn't I tell you?) Bow, bow (b**h a**), bow, bow Now they smell it [Chorus] Southern smoke (Bow) Southern smoke (Bow) Better get your southern smoke This that f**in' southern smoke (Bow) Southern smoke (Bow, bow, bow) These n***as don't want smoke This that f**in' southern smoke (This that smoke) Southern smoke (Southern smoke) These n***as don't want smoke This that f**in' southern smoke (Southern smoke) Southern smoke (Southern smoke) Better get your southern smoke It's that f**in' southern smoke [Post-Chorus] Break you down to pieces, have you tryna put yourself together Break you down to pieces, have you tryna put yourself together (Bow, bow, bow) Break you down to pieces (Bow), break you down to pieces (Bow) Break you down to pieces, have you tryna put yourself together

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