Smokepurpp, Young Sito - $OUF lyrics

[Smokepurpp, Young Sito - $OUF lyrics]

Bitch I'm from the south
Grimy niggas with that clout
And i'mma tell you what we 'bout
A lot of weed, I'm too barred out
Bitch I'm from the south
Grimy niggas with that clout
And i'mma tell you what we 'bout
A lot of weed, I'm too barred out
Bitch I'm from the south
Grimy niggas with that clout
And i'mma tell you what we 'bout
A lot of weed, I'm too barred out
Bitch I'm from the south
Grimy niggas with that clout
And i'mma tell you what we 'bout
A lot of weed, I'm too barred out

Bitch I'm from the south
And my niggas got that clout
And shawty wanna fuck
So that pussy I knock out
I be doin' my thang, the fuck do you mean
Nigga I'm trippin'
But I'm still sippin' lean
What the fuck you mean, now I pop a bean
Then I roll up then I smoke that good weed
Cause I'm a G, nigga you creep
Clap that AK and you know I flee the scene
Put yo ass to sleep, true religious fiend
You can see it in my jeans, and my eyes
They red from smoking that green ? that?
Then I roll up til that bitch? bout me
Bitch you ain't tough, I know yous a fed
Leave yo shirt red, and you know what I said
All you niggas is dead slump music

Bitch I'm from the south
Grimy niggas with that clout
And i'mma tell you what we 'bout
A lot of weed, I'm too barred out
Bitch I'm from the south
Grimy niggas with that clout
And i'mma tell you what we 'bout
A lot of weed, I'm too barred out
Bitch I'm from the south
Grimy niggas with that clout
And i'mma tell you what we 'bout
A lot of weed, I'm too barred out
Bitch I'm from the south
Grimy niggas with that clout
And i'mma tell you what we 'bout
A lot of weed, I'm too barred out

Bitch I'm in the south, amoking on the cloud
Nigga I'm a king, man you better bow down
Sippin on the lean, it feel like a dream
Got a white girl and she sweeter than cream
Pop me a? then I'm geekin'
Fuck these chores, no clean, no speakin'
I'm in the south with these hoes
Get reckless up in her? man she?
Caught me a? I ain't talking?
Got a latina and she screaming
Don't know her name
These hoes talking like a? of?
I know we up next
And I'm getting in the lane
? a thot cause I love damn money
Ima pull up in a rari, I never say sorry
I'm? in the? but I ain't James?
I'm smoking this weed, I'm selling this Dro
Run through a check, you gon' call me yo bro
Robbin these niggas all day for the O
? through his mouth, what he say? Who knows
I love robbin guns, man I'm addicted
I'm tellin the story, it ain't no fiction
My cologne sells, it ain't no prediction
If you thing I'm? smoking my bandy
Bitch I'm from the south, you already know
Niggas talkin on the lot
They ain't really bout that life
I'm making money, y'all dead
You ain't got no wife
I like making the money, just fucking bitches
Niggas talkin shit
But these niggas they just snitches
Bitch I'm from the south
Grimy niggas with that clout
And i'mma tell you what we 'bout
A lot of weed, I'm too barred out
Bitch I'm from the south
Grimy niggas with that clout
And i'mma tell you what we 'bout
A lot of weed, I'm too barred out
Bitch I'm from the south
Grimy niggas with that clout
And i'mma tell you what we 'bout
A lot of weed, I'm too barred out
Bitch I'm from the south
Grimy niggas with that clout
And i'mma tell you what we 'bout
A lot of weed, I'm too barred out

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