Текст Boosie Badazz – Southern Smoke

Yeah (Bow)
Yeah (Bow)
Yeah (Bow, bow)
Yeah (Bow)

This that fuckin’ southern smoke (Bow)
Southern smoke (Bow)
Better get your southern smoke
This that fuckin’ southern smoke (Bow)
Southern smoke (Bow, bow, bow)
The se niggas don’t want smoke
This that fuckin’ southern smoke (This that smoke)
Southern smoke (Southern smoke)
These niggas don’t want smoke
This that fuckin’ southern smoke (Southern smoke)
Southern smoke (Southern smoke)
Better get your southern smoke
It’s that fuckin’ southern smoke

I’m first to smoke this bitch 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 bitch wipe you like the Sandman
Pistol-whipped to silence so I’ll kill ya without a band plan
Jambalaya, crawfish, Mardi Gras, see some round tits
Money showin’, takin’ our pictures and we’s airin’ the niggas
For instance, they is get-to-the-cash-talkin’ Atlanta niggas
Rob his ass, kill him on sight, talkin’ Savannah, nigga
Them Floridan kids fuck with my shit, I rock with Tampa niggas
We don’t rap beef at all like y’all, we come and stamp a nigga
Hustle summer, winter, spring and fall, that’s why the bag different

Southern smoke (Bow)
Southern smoke (Bow)
Better get your southern smoke
This that fuckin’ southern smoke (Bow)
Southern smoke (Bow, bow, bow)
These niggas don’t want smoke
This that fuckin’ southern smoke (This that smoke)
Southern smoke (Southern smoke)
These niggas don’t want smoke
This that fuckin’ southern smoke (Southern smoke)
Southern smoke (Southern smoke)
Better get your southern smoke
It’s that fuckin’ southern smoke

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

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 bitch, I got my people with me
And we ain’t worried ’bout a thang
Real goons, better watch your fuckin’ chain, rap nigga
Gang shit down south big mouth trap nigga
Cocaine, Codeine, H-Town south with us
I know some daytime shooters, lose they mind behind a nigga
Mafioso type, I’ll rip the spine out a nigga (Southern smoke)
On your bitch ass, tweetin’ to get your toe tagged
Talkin’ to that bitch while I’m feedin’ ’em to your ho ass
Bow, bow (Didn’t I tell you?) Bow, bow (Didn’t I tell you?)
Bow, bow (Bitch ass), bow, bow
Now they smell it

Southern smoke (Bow)
Southern smoke (Bow)
Better get your southern smoke
This that fuckin’ southern smoke (Bow)
Southern smoke (Bow, bow, bow)
These niggas don’t want smoke
This that fuckin’ southern smoke (This that smoke)
Southern smoke (Southern smoke)
These niggas don’t want smoke
This that fuckin’ southern smoke (Southern smoke)
Southern smoke (Southern smoke)
Better get your southern smoke
It’s that fuckin’ southern smoke

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