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Southern Video (MV)




Performed By: JRobGotMotion
Language: English
Length: 2:36
Written by: Joshua Robertson




JRobGotMotion - Southern Lyrics
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You ain't gotta worry about money, on hood, Imma put it back in the trenches
In the south I'm bound and I'm known the motherf*cking city
I'm still trying to f*ck up a digit
Tell em' bring a muscle when you ride in the city
Tell him stop crop dusting we call it Diddy
Use a belt buckle to hold up my bridges
Fendi, can't wait to go catch me a nigga
Southern, they ain't Texan, straight bitches, it's written
I'm a cowboy trying to bust out his cap, knock off his top and bust out his fifty
I'm straight from the south b-backyardigan, nigga I'm ready
I'm straight from the south, I'm Backyardigan, nigga Ion' listen to Jorge (who is Jorge)
Pop out, you niggas aint drop out, the f*ck I look like when niggas keep running their mouth
On baby go to the cattle, you know it's a battle, f*ck tryna wild n out
You know what I go for this she can get stamped
The bottom, the Bayou stay deep in south
He ain't using his head put in his lap
Shit take off that nigga thinking cap
Blick, now I'm gonna really take them out
Drop that's the two-step walk
On south we straight alligator walk
I'll be that nigga they hollering about
Jump out Mexican
On Teo
I played the banjo
Who's with me
Massacre, murder, I'm holding the burner, I was born in the city
The f*ck I jump on a 1 on 1, go ask the city we get shit done
We just stepped on him now it's blood on my boots
Like a Mexican I'm trying to stack to the roof
Like a cowboy my shit hit like kaboom
And no, I'm not no cowboy dude
We send shit straight to FOX 5 news
You from Texas I be that southern dude
You ain't gotta worry about money, on hood, Imma put it back in the trenches
In the south I'm bound and I'm known the motherf*cking city
I'm still trying to f*ck up a digit
Tell em' bring a muscle when you ride in the city
Tell him stop crop dusting we call it Diddy
Use a belt buckle to hold up my bridges
Fendi, can't wait to go catch me a nigga
Southern, they ain't Texan, straight bitches, it's written
I'm a cowboy trying to bust out his cap, knock off his top and bust out his fifty
I'm straight from the south b-backyardigan, nigga I'm ready
I'm straight from the south, I'm Backyardigan, nigga Ion' listen to Jorge
They ain't southern, they ain't Texan, they bitches
And they bitches dog
They ain't southern, they ain't Texan, they bitches
I swear they bitches dog
On southern, on Texas, on Texas, on Texas, it's written
And it's written dog
They ain't southern, they ain't Texan, they bitches
You ain't gotta worry about money, on hood, Imma put it back in the trenches
In the south I'm bound and I'm known the motherf*cking city
I'm still trying to f*ck up a digit
Tell em' bring a muscle when you ride in the city
Tell him stop crop dusting we call it Diddy
Use a belt buckle to hold up my bridges
Fendi, can't wait to go catch me a nigga
Go catch me a nigga
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You ain't gotta worry about money, on hood, Imma put it back in the trenches
In the south I'm bound and I'm known the motherf*cking city
I'm still trying to f*ck up a digit
Tell em' bring a muscle when you ride in the city
Tell him stop crop dusting we call it Diddy
Use a belt buckle to hold up my bridges
Fendi, can't wait to go catch me a nigga
Southern, they ain't Texan, straight bitches, it's written
I'm a cowboy trying to bust out his cap, knock off his top and bust out his fifty
I'm straight from the south b-backyardigan, nigga I'm ready
I'm straight from the south, I'm Backyardigan, nigga Ion' listen to Jorge (who is Jorge)
Pop out, you niggas aint drop out, the f*ck I look like when niggas keep running their mouth
On baby go to the cattle, you know it's a battle, f*ck tryna wild n out
You know what I go for this she can get stamped
The bottom, the Bayou stay deep in south
He ain't using his head put in his lap
Shit take off that nigga thinking cap
Blick, now I'm gonna really take them out
Drop that's the two-step walk
On south we straight alligator walk
I'll be that nigga they hollering about
Jump out Mexican
On Teo
I played the banjo
Who's with me
Massacre, murder, I'm holding the burner, I was born in the city
The f*ck I jump on a 1 on 1, go ask the city we get shit done
We just stepped on him now it's blood on my boots
Like a Mexican I'm trying to stack to the roof
Like a cowboy my shit hit like kaboom
And no, I'm not no cowboy dude
We send shit straight to FOX 5 news
You from Texas I be that southern dude
You ain't gotta worry about money, on hood, Imma put it back in the trenches
In the south I'm bound and I'm known the motherf*cking city
I'm still trying to f*ck up a digit
Tell em' bring a muscle when you ride in the city
Tell him stop crop dusting we call it Diddy
Use a belt buckle to hold up my bridges
Fendi, can't wait to go catch me a nigga
Southern, they ain't Texan, straight bitches, it's written
I'm a cowboy trying to bust out his cap, knock off his top and bust out his fifty
I'm straight from the south b-backyardigan, nigga I'm ready
I'm straight from the south, I'm Backyardigan, nigga Ion' listen to Jorge
They ain't southern, they ain't Texan, they bitches
And they bitches dog
They ain't southern, they ain't Texan, they bitches
I swear they bitches dog
On southern, on Texas, on Texas, on Texas, it's written
And it's written dog
They ain't southern, they ain't Texan, they bitches
You ain't gotta worry about money, on hood, Imma put it back in the trenches
In the south I'm bound and I'm known the motherf*cking city
I'm still trying to f*ck up a digit
Tell em' bring a muscle when you ride in the city
Tell him stop crop dusting we call it Diddy
Use a belt buckle to hold up my bridges
Fendi, can't wait to go catch me a nigga
Go catch me a nigga
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Writer: Joshua Robertson
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