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Bubby - Southern Shit Lyrics



Bubby - Southern Shit Lyrics




Bro, they don't even have a f*cking vans store down here
And it's all hot and shit
Makes my balls all... sticky
I don't know
Bro, welcome to the f*cking south

All of this southern shit
It's hot and it's humid don't compare to other shit (none of it)
I am the dad of the rap game, 'boutta go f*ck on the mother ship (pew)
It's like a star ship enterprise, and these hicks are my real life aliens (aliens)
We just some dudes being guys, invented the game and we're still stayin playin it (woo)
All of this southern shit
It's hot and it's humid don't compare to other shit (none of it)
I am the dad of the rap game, 'boutta go f*ck on the mother ship (hey, woah')
It's like a star ship enterprise, and these hicks are my real life aliens (aliens)
We just some dudes being guys, invented the game and we're still stayin playin it

All of this southern shit 'round me (round)
Batman building lookin nice (nice)
Broadway be packin' the milfage (they hot)
My young money gets em right (woah')
Why don't we go buy some whiskey
And put our boots on lookin nice (nice)
I hope the west coast be missing me (missing me)
Cause I think about it every night
The weather is crazy, that's number two outta ten of things that I'm hatin' (I hate it)
But number one is the worst thing (worst)
You'll go to jail just for blazin'
Fines up to 2500, 1 year in jail just for havin' a g (just one?)
Anything less than an ounce is a misdemeanor (that's bullshit)
Anything more is a felony
Give a shout to my main man, the man who made most of my mix, damn
Wanna show his struggle cause I'm his Stan
All this man wants is new kicks, vans (Jerzy)
But he can't cause the state is wack and so is the south
Everything a knock off
They ain't got ralph's?
I love where I am and I'm livin' it up
Collinski spin the hook now we're turnin' it up (yah)

All of this southern shit
It's hot and it's humid don't compare to other shit (none of it)
I am the dad of the rap game, 'boutta go f*ck on the mother ship (pew)
It's like a star ship enterprise, and these hicks are my real life aliens (aliens)
We just some dudes being guys, invented the game and we're still stayin playin it (woo)
All of this southern shit
It's hot and it's humid don't compare to other shit (none of it)
I am the dad of the rap game, 'boutta go f*ck on the mother ship (hey, woah')
It's like a star ship enterprise, and these hicks are my real life aliens (aliens)
We just some dudes being guys, invented the game and we're still stayin' playin it

Hey Ryan, it's Lucas
I guess I just missed you
I just wanted to call to let you know that I think that we should do a collab' on the new album
Give the fans what they've been wanting, since the last album
Hey man it's up to you, just think on it
Uhh, get back to me as soon as you can
You know my house number is, umm
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Bro, they don't even have a f*cking vans store down here
And it's all hot and shit
Makes my balls all... sticky
I don't know
Bro, welcome to the f*cking south

All of this southern shit
It's hot and it's humid don't compare to other shit (none of it)
I am the dad of the rap game, 'boutta go f*ck on the mother ship (pew)
It's like a star ship enterprise, and these hicks are my real life aliens (aliens)
We just some dudes being guys, invented the game and we're still stayin playin it (woo)
All of this southern shit
It's hot and it's humid don't compare to other shit (none of it)
I am the dad of the rap game, 'boutta go f*ck on the mother ship (hey, woah')
It's like a star ship enterprise, and these hicks are my real life aliens (aliens)
We just some dudes being guys, invented the game and we're still stayin playin it

All of this southern shit 'round me (round)
Batman building lookin nice (nice)
Broadway be packin' the milfage (they hot)
My young money gets em right (woah')
Why don't we go buy some whiskey
And put our boots on lookin nice (nice)
I hope the west coast be missing me (missing me)
Cause I think about it every night
The weather is crazy, that's number two outta ten of things that I'm hatin' (I hate it)
But number one is the worst thing (worst)
You'll go to jail just for blazin'
Fines up to 2500, 1 year in jail just for havin' a g (just one?)
Anything less than an ounce is a misdemeanor (that's bullshit)
Anything more is a felony
Give a shout to my main man, the man who made most of my mix, damn
Wanna show his struggle cause I'm his Stan
All this man wants is new kicks, vans (Jerzy)
But he can't cause the state is wack and so is the south
Everything a knock off
They ain't got ralph's?
I love where I am and I'm livin' it up
Collinski spin the hook now we're turnin' it up (yah)

All of this southern shit
It's hot and it's humid don't compare to other shit (none of it)
I am the dad of the rap game, 'boutta go f*ck on the mother ship (pew)
It's like a star ship enterprise, and these hicks are my real life aliens (aliens)
We just some dudes being guys, invented the game and we're still stayin playin it (woo)
All of this southern shit
It's hot and it's humid don't compare to other shit (none of it)
I am the dad of the rap game, 'boutta go f*ck on the mother ship (hey, woah')
It's like a star ship enterprise, and these hicks are my real life aliens (aliens)
We just some dudes being guys, invented the game and we're still stayin' playin it

Hey Ryan, it's Lucas
I guess I just missed you
I just wanted to call to let you know that I think that we should do a collab' on the new album
Give the fans what they've been wanting, since the last album
Hey man it's up to you, just think on it
Uhh, get back to me as soon as you can
You know my house number is, umm
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Writer: Ryan Kaltman
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Bubby
Length: 2:26
Written by: Ryan Kaltman

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