Southern Smoke lyrics

by

Webbie


[Intro]
Yeah (Bow)
Yeah (Bow)
Yeah (Bow, bow)
Yeah (Bow)
Yeah (Bow)
Yeah (Bow, bow, bow)

[Chorus]
This that f*ckin' southern smoke (Bow)
Southern smoke (Bow)
Better get your southern smoke
This that f*ckin' southern smoke (Bow)
Southern smoke (Bow, bow, bow)
The se n*ggas don't want smoke
This that f*ckin' southern smoke (This that smoke)
Southern smoke (Southern smoke)
These n*ggas don't want smoke
This that f*ckin' southern smoke (Southern smoke)
Southern smoke (Southern smoke)
Better get your southern smoke
It's that f*ckin' southern smoke

[Verse 1]
I'm first to smoke this b*tch 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 b*tch 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 n*ggas
For instance, they is get-to-the-cash-talkin' Atlanta n*ggas
Rob his ass, kill him on sight, talkin' Savannah, n*gga
Them Floridan kids f*ck with my sh*t, I rock with Tampa n*ggas
We don't rap beef at all like y'all, we come and stamp a n*gga
Hustle summer, winter, spring and fall, that's why the bag different
I represent for n*ggas gettin' money who ain't ass-kissin'
[Chorus]
Southern smoke (Bow)
Southern smoke (Bow)
Better get your southern smoke
This that f*ckin' southern smoke (Bow)
Southern smoke (Bow, bow, bow)
These n*ggas don't want smoke
This that f*ckin' southern smoke (This that smoke)
Southern smoke (Southern smoke)
These n*ggas don't want smoke
This that f*ckin' southern smoke (Southern smoke)
Southern smoke (Southern smoke)
Better get your southern smoke
It's that f*ckin' southern smoke

[Post-Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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 b*tch, I got my people with me
And we ain't worried 'bout a thang
Real goons, better watch your f*ckin' chain, rap n*gga
Gang sh*t down south big mouth trap n*gga
Cocaine, Codeine, H-Town south with us
I know some daytime shooters, lose they mind behind a n*gga
Mafioso type, I'll rip the spine out a n*gga (Southern smoke)
On your b*tch ass, tweetin' to get your toe tagged
Talkin' to that b*tch 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 (b*tch ass), bow, bow
Now they smell it
[Chorus]
Southern smoke (Bow)
Southern smoke (Bow)
Better get your southern smoke
This that f*ckin' southern smoke (Bow)
Southern smoke (Bow, bow, bow)
These n*ggas don't want smoke
This that f*ckin' southern smoke (This that smoke)
Southern smoke (Southern smoke)
These n*ggas don't want smoke
This that f*ckin' southern smoke (Southern smoke)
Southern smoke (Southern smoke)
Better get your southern smoke
It's that f*ckin' southern smoke

[Post-Chorus]
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
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