Testi:
Trick Daddy Can T Fuck With The South

guns with You don't run shit over here Cause we can both die right now I don't fuck with you So don't fuck with me I'm just trying to get my shit together

can't fuck with me or my dogs Representing double S Haters fuck y'all I don't give a fuck who ya run with Tout guns with You don't run shit over here

south side chicks, suburban chicks love to open married women up to the pervertedness disturbing your relationship, excuse my morals I'm working with the way I trick

wasn't screwin' Now I'm massed out with no luck, can't even get my dick sucked. Jerkin' off in the corner watchin' her and you fuck. [Verse 3:] Don't

don't hit Talk that talk, and ya boy can't spit Ain't no bigger than a small time Lav, get my money, better find that trick Stick, move, can't, lose,

time. You can't be...You can't be he-ey you can't be my lady but I'll let you be let you be my playmate. You can't be he-ey you can't be my lady but I

they can't blame it on a nigga row Bring the money to the rooster Had the bitch and the Mob bein the booster Damn, can't stand when the bitch get sent

here, mane, they hate.. Real niggas with a passion, Project ain't yo' friend, motherfucker, label me assassin. Strictly blastin', casting', bitch; made niggas straight to hell. Fuck

Lil Flip, Trick Daddy... [Hook x2: Trick Daddy] I'm doing this one for the thugs And them boys down South, much love for the thugs yes sir For the thugs