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Correct Represent 4 The South Lyrics
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Correct Represent 4 The South
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(Feat. Rick Ross & Young Jeezy) [Chorus: Young Jeezy (Screwed & Chopped)] [x2] I represent for tha South My resident is the slums A couple golds in my mouth Bring my dance and my charm I'm as hot as a gets I'm the youngest in charge They gotta show me respect I represent for da South [Rick Ross:] I'm not a Slim Thug, I'm a fat mack I don't give a fuck, I'll push ya hat back Still sellin' dubs nigga, that's fact You can hit me on the cell pimp that's that I had to pawn my chain to grab a half ounce 10 years later, time for me to cash out You dealin' wit a dope dealin' dictator Fuck traffickin' nigga I get the shit catered See the clip tailored, only the coogi shit I fucks wit Damon, I'm in the movies kid My mom reminisce on the late nights When I use to reel em in wit the straight white Now the 617 wit a lil' Beamer First foreign car, far from a lil' dreamer Daddy severed his relationships I think momma, quit'm cuz he wasn't makin' shit [Chorus:] [Lil' Wayne:] Money to be made best believe a nigga clockin' I run it myself like a quarterback option I pitch her ten g's tell the bitch to go shoppin She buy herself some clothes and she brought me back a choppa See niggas tryna kick it but no I don't play soccer I'm all about my cake I'm tryna to marry a betty crocka A package on the way you know my whip game proper And off of one key I see seventy thousand dollas Now I will shoot dice, smokin' on a joint I bet wit yo gotti he hit five straight points Though we kept hustlin, though we kept grindin You rap bout money and a nigga might sign ya Rap bout me and a nigga might find ya A banana in ya ass wit yo head right behind ya Dope game bitch, let his mom worry about him You can holla at me, a fee [Chorus:] [Young Jeezy:] Snowman bitch (bitch), need I say more (more) When you get done with these, look I got twenty more (more) Still got blow money, cause nigga I know money (money) Now I'm on the road gettin' fifty a show money Still sittin' on white bricks (bricks), wrapped in duck tape (tape) 30 minutes flat, I can bake a whole cake Got a pocket full of stacks, straight for the blocks And it came through, look at the stones on the watch Iced out belt buckle, ain't never had a chance Drop sixty grand, just to hold up my pants Still got the Chevy, spit the grip on the Lambo Twelve carats in my ears just the show what I stand for (hey!) [Chorus:]
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