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Dirtysouth soldiers (Explicit) - Yo Gotti/Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz
Composed by:MARIO MIMS/ANDRE STEPHEN
Produced by:DRE-DAY
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Yeah
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Throw them bows break her nose put your nines up
You on them 24's that still spin and what
Check out my soldier
And I ain't from the Magnolia
From the North-North think a nigga been told ya
Yo Gotti
We some dirty south soldiers
What what what what
We some dirty south soldiers
What aye aye aye
I said"Bitch get your mind right"
I thought I told ya
Bitch get your mind right
I thought I told ya
Bitch get your mind right
I thought I told ya
Bitch get your mind right
I thought I told ya
I'm from the dirty-dirty me and my homies grind
It ain't no secret I got bricks of dopes and pounds of pie
I go from hand to TEC make sure I get the best
For sixteen five a pop and come back and supply the jet
Locked on and full of hollow house party full of models
Block burners in your household we pop out 50 bottles
They think we won the lotto
But we just bold and like hoes that bakin' them cakes
Out the way we send me out hoes to follow
You need a plan to get you some money man
'Cause if it ain't 'bout dollars Yo Gotti don't understand
This shit you constantly sayin'
You right you hard you tight
Been broke all your life
Man get your man right
We some dirty south soldiers
What what what what
We some dirty south soldiers
What aye aye aye
I said"Bitch get your mind right"
I thought I told ya
Bitch get your mind right
I thought I told ya
Bitch get your mind right
I thought I told ya
Bitch get your mind right
I thought I told ya
Left the ice at home tonight
Brought out the MAC ain't no ballin' and stuntin' tonight
Hand to a TEC
My homies they real and my homies will ride
In return Yo Gotti a killer be ready to die
'Cause we soldiers from way way back in the day
And we ballin' you seen us come through on the blade
And I told ya ya disrespect my team you a peg
And I showed ya a hundred fifty rounds in the cage
I'm serious I remember niggas wasn't feelin' us
My flow couldn't get no farther than my high school cafeteria
Tell me what you think of a nigga with a million-a
Ten eleven greater I'm a juvenile delinquent huh
We some dirty south soldiers
What what what what
We some dirty south soldiers
What aye aye aye
I said"Bitch get your mind right"
I thought I told ya
Bitch get your mind right
I thought I told ya
Bitch get your mind right
I thought I told ya
Bitch get your mind right
I thought I told
I live a good life limelight drink
Get your man right no light street bright
Made me pour up whole night
Tight grab got mad hoes like a stop sign
Bet I ain't move 'till my homie holla one time
Follow me follow me to the block boy
Where they got hundred 'round guns ready to drop boy
You niggas think it's a game but see it not boy
'Cause I'm a soldier been know'd ya and you not boy
What happened to the soldiers?
What happened to the real niggas?
I guess they dead and locked up 'cause of snitch niggas
Before I'm dead when I'm gone y'all gon' feel me
'Cause I'm a hustler slayer soldier till they kill me
We some dirty south soldiers
What what what what
We some dirty south soldiers
What aye aye aye
I said"Bitch get your mind right"
I thought I told ya
Bitch get your mind right
I thought I told ya
Bitch get your mind right
I thought I told ya
Bitch get your mind right
I thought I told ya
Aye we some dirty south soldiers
What what what what
We some dirty south soldiers
What aye aye aye
I said"Bitch get your mind right"
I thought I told ya
Bitch get your mind right
I thought I told ya
Bitch get your mind right
I thought I told ya
Bitch get your mind right
I thought I told ya