Z-Ro - A Southern Girl lyrics

Southern girl (yeah she a down South bitch)
That's all I need in my southern world
(yeah I'm on that down South shit)

I'm worth a million
Even though I'm in my house shoes
She see money in motion
Everytime my mouth move
I'm such an executive, but I am so South too
Rifles in all of my rides
Under the couch too
When I roll up in that Bentley
Guess what her mouth do
It open up and don't close
Like a do' house do
You can get some of this penis
But it's gon' cost you
Cause everyday I'm hustling
Like Rick Ross do
I use to move a lil' hard, lil' soft too
Now somebody move it for me, I'm a boss boo
If you was a regular broad
I would of lost you street smart
Somebody done already taught you
She a red head
But she love the way I floss blue
Fuck you to sleep
And steal your shit I showed her how to
She ain't a scary bitch
She'll bust you in your mouth too
Football player with that work
She run a route too

Southern girl (yeah she a down South bitch)
That's all I need in my southern world
(yeah I'm on that down South shit)
Yeah, yeah Southern giiiiiiiiiirl, yeah
Yeah, yeah-e yeah
I'm on that down South shit
Rolling with my down South bitch

Got a thick bitch, down in Memph'
8 Ball shit, Space Age Pimp
And my hoes, they don't wear no panties
Pick em up, in a white Rolls or the Phantom
A young nigga, use to rock gold teeth
Before the rap shit, I would send a whole key
Hoe please, never been a trick
Always been a real nigga, on some boss shit
Always had a red hoe, that was gun thick
She always had stupid head
That would cum sick
Down South bitch, I'm talking Atlanta
Soul food eater, went to school in Alabama
I'm talking bow leg, met her at the galleria
Long hurr fat ass, man you gotta see her
She for real, bitch run round in a Kia
Put her in the Bentley coupe
And moved her to the crib

Southern girl (yeah she a down South bitch)
That's all I need in my southern world
(yeah I'm on that down South shit)
Yeah, yeah Southern giiiiiiiiiirl, yeah
Yeah, yeah-e yeah
I'm on that down South shit
Rolling with my down South bitch

I use to be an asshole, now I'm a grown man
King of the Ghetto
While ruling over my own land
Regular women, ain't invited to my home man
Pretty face big booty, whip up a zone hand
That ain't sweet and sour chicken
Cooking in the kitchen
And that ain't just her homegirl
They both into licking
She'll set you up for that paper
Place you into position
Them thangs or your life
One of em coming up missing
She cornbread fed
Almost thicker than my pocket
Already came five times
But she ain't stopping
She fuck with rich niggas
But she don't be name dropping
When you see her with them rich niggas
Bet she ain't bopping
Always see her from the back
She never face front
Never turn to comb my hair
That's why she rock a lace front
Ain't no handcuffing
You can taker her home today brah
She don't belong to Mr mcVey brah
Homie she's a

Southern girl (yeah she a down South bitch)
That's all I need in my southern world
(yeah I'm on that down South shit)
Yeah, yeah Southern giiiiiiiiiirl, yeah
Yeah, yeah-e yeah
I'm on that down South shit
Rolling with my down South bitch