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letra de southern delight - yego fields

[verse 1]

skinny jeans, new chucks
red sl-t with a fat -ss this your b-tch too huh
i’m too hot
a n-gga scorching
quick to put out a hit, a n-gga was born scott storchin’
hold up not an eighth in this two liter i seem throwed but the towel still clean as f-ck
i do this for my southern n-gga who praise pimp c and bun
these n-ggas taking about respect from us n-gga you none
this for my southern b-tches who trying to f-ck for riches, shake that -ss girl we know your mission

[bridge]

them n-ggas still talking sh-t can come up missing
one time for them bee bop ladies who count the ones from the little ones its a southern tradition
i’m a southern son , southern n-gga, underground god
what the f-ck y’all thinking
man we trying to make the andres proud
f-ck them other n-ggas who ain’t paying attention
this is free admission to the school of the underground
professor yego in the building lecturing little n-ggas who don’t f-cking get it

[verse 2]

now who really want it
who wants to f-ck with it
i got the tommy
ye a mack
big d-ck n-gga pulling hoes off the road
i like my weed rolled in juicy jay rolling papers
bubble gum flavor
b-tch suck this d-ck under the table
i’ve been high all day a n-gga feel like faybo
i got ten thousand on the table
let my b-tch count my money and if a penny come up missing find denise in them ditches
i make a b-tch disappear from the snap of my fingers
i’m a magician
these n-ggas think they the sh-t the just silent farts
man they words are charmin
i’m wiping my -ss with their lyrics, they my -ssistants
now truth or dare what you want
cause we are about to expose these hoes and these hoe -ss n-ggas who out here catching feelings for a hoe who turning tricks and y’all giving them benefits and we not benefiting sh-t off of your music
i’m a southern delight in no light
i bars for b-tches
no mc lyte, but i lit up them speakers
shine bright like sequence
she f-ck for no money man my status is the reason
never paid for p-ssy and never will
she ride me like an indian on one wheel
i’m too high
i smoke a lot of trees, highs as an oak and my girl sweeter than maple leaves
played her like the team
leave with nothing but wet dreams
yeah i’m cold ho
don’t act you ain’t know b-tch
i’m hot and cold b-tch
all these hoes snort katy and we just f-ck on the floor b-tch
woah, woah b-tch slow your roll
this a d-ck not a road
take it slow
i’m trying to get head in the turning lane (get head in the turning lane)
this b-tch crazy if she don’t she about to suck this d-ck
i’m too legit
hard as e and this b-tch is easy
i just tell her what she wants too hear and she will believe me
i’m too real and its clear i’m a blu-ray player
i’m just what the south needed
these other n-ggas just previews and i’m what they came to see
for a moment they look good until you actually see them
i’m a walking cl-ssic man and i don’t like suits
i got my coupe and a 72
i got my cougar on a double deuce
now who say i ain’t the truth
how dare they
i don’t know how to prove it
i mean these n-ggas just foolish
they just shawty lo’s
i’m trying to be another kurt cobain and not another kurt cobain

- yego fields

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