Flippa T - Wild Wild Souf

Flippa, On me
Just another day in the wild, wild south Just another day in the wild, wild south
Let me tell your ass a story bout the wild, wild south
Where the bitches runnin' shit with a slick-ass mouth
It started in the projects in a brick-ass house
Grandma got the plastic on the thick-ass couch
Screen door stay locked, is you in, or you out
GA hot as hell, we at the end of a drought
Ratchet bitches down south, we ain't in it for clout
On the way to the city, 75 is the route
ATL, hoe, ATL We hard as hell, and they soft, Cottonelle
Thick as hell, ass soft, southern belle And my coochie wetter than a fuckin' well
On me, sweet tea sweet, but my pussy fuckin' sweeter
I ain't suckin' on no Peter, but Peter a pumpkin eater
Outside on the porch, Unk, smokin' fuckin' Reefer
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, auntie listenin' to Aretha
And it's just another day in the wild, wild south
If you from the dirty south, you know what I'm talkin' bout
Say it's just another day in the wild, wild south
Say it's just another day in the wild, wild south

Written by:
Terranesha Bell

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