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Throwedsville

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Throwedsville

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[talking]

Ha, Southside, worldwide

Know I'm tal'n bout, hold up

[Hook]

I just want to bang my screw, and roll in my Seville

Jackers try to take my shit, so I must pack my steel

Way down here in Throwedsville, you know we keep it real

Run up trying to take my shit, and boy you might get killed

[A3]

There's a motherfucking nigga, wanna come and try to jack my shit

I'm in a Double R tech'd up, rolling with a extra clip

And if I flip the switch, then I'ma kill a bitch

And leave a nigga face down, with a extra stitch

Over here in Throwedsville, you can catch a playa flipping in a blue Seville

Hand locked up, around a wood grain wheel

And the other wrapped tight around a block of steel, we can pop that grill

If you flip your lid, treat my car like a pint to sip

I know the bitch happy, cause she hit the boulevard talking loud

Now we showing off our shining grill

Hoes like eww he think he real, don't front trick y'all know the deal

Sluts just mad, cause I'm sliding on glass

And she won't open up so they can chill, I know how you feel

But I know your plot, that's how a nigga wind up getting shot

Lay off his game, I may bring one in a vacant spot

Trying to hit the twat, but I know how them haters flow

Trying to creep up onside my do', find yourself with bullet holes

Fresh out of a chrome 4-4, naw nigga

Try to run up get dogged nigga, mad cause a playa boss hogg nigga

Swangas, Vogues, screens fall nigga

Slabbed out, riding like the laws nigga

Trying to jack me, oh no

I'm on my note, get the heat off the flo'

Dirty South we keep it sowed, cock it back and let it go

[Hook]

[Big Moe]

M-O-E, still repping S.U.C

Told you boys, can't plex with me

Swang down, in a candy

Top popped up, sitting on three's

Niggaz be watching me, just like hoes

Escalade, two blunts two O's

Six T.V.'s, up in my console

That's how Dirty South, playas stay thoed

I'm swolled, (love it mayn)

On my note, when I'm switching lanes

All y'all niggaz, trying to knock my game

Cause I got your dame, trying to rock my chain

Well move around, if you's a hater

Boss through the fog, cause a nigga playa

Infrared beam, for a perpetrator

Flee the scene, Moe see you later

One dude, came up stepping

Cause we slowed out dranked out, bang Screw

Dumb fool, I'll turn you blue

Bring your crew, and they could get it too

A gang of soldiers, who refuse to lose

Street fame, cause I paid my dues

Y'all ready for war, y'all lace your shoes

Y'all touch my car, y'all getting bruised

[Hook]

[Dirty $]

One more time, let a playa come down

Watch a playa come through, doing things a playa do

Acting bad hold the slab, wood wheel I'ma grab

Mayn it gots to be a Caddy, when I'm swinging on the Avy

L-Boots gon jam, bitches get the cab

We be crawling like a crab, chunk the deuce giving dab

Out this clap, with pop trunk crack

The fifth and the straps, Texas plates doing laps

On every inch of the map na-na, now we bout to break the bank

Riding candy paint, nigga fuck what you think

Paint gon stank, then I rank on increase

As we bang to the West, and we mob through the East

Heat kept in hands reach, leave it stashed between the seats

Cause jackers peep quick to cheat, soon as you fall asleep

On these streets, or do you still relieve with a 4-5

Swinging wide and sitting pretty, on that buck hide

Be that lead to grow on, keep a pint to po' for

Got dro to blow on, so bought that so own

Down South gon roll homes, Down South be like maan

Chrome and swangas on the sand, at the beach in Galvestan

By that bar, playas gon ball

Haters gon knock, a glock gon get em up off my jock

Know I'm saying, stop playing

[Hook]

[talking]

Know I'm tal'n bout, am I weak

And that's for all you hoe ass niggaz

That said I can't rap, biiiaaatch

Now run tellat, run tell it, ha-ha

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