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Southern smoke Southern smoke nigga It's mutha fuckin' southern smoke, bitch Southern smoke, turn the fuckin' beat up! Chorus: (2x) Inside suga, outside kool-aid, seven days a week, seven days of Chevrolets, '71 Chevelle with the top blown off, Glock 40 on my hip, getcha top blown off. I pull out clean, drain, and bust a lane, Paint should dry green, Saints and Smiths cream, Cross color paint, old school fresh to def, To show them hoes the shoes I gotta take an extra step, Hesitate to the left, and then I bust a right, Paint lavender in the day, but electric blue at night, Got a trailor on the back with the same color paint, Rims stop at the light, and they measure my height. Chorus: (2x) Inside suga, outside kool-aid, seven days a week, seven days of Chevrolets, '71 Chevelle with the top blown off, Glock 40 on my hip, getcha top blown off. |