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Southern Hospitality
Maxwell D
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Ludacris
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Ms. Dynamite
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Ms. Dynamite, Maxwell D, Ludacris, Def Jam UK
I would say hey, we no rap, we no play
Play, play, so them never know about me
So them never know Maxwell D
So them never know about me
Well you 'bout fi learn 'bout the explosive lady
I spit combos like Tekken, I beckon the closest step in
When I'm reppin' reckon you could threaten with profession
Not mic wreckin', 'cause I'm bussin' off like weapons
All the crazy niggas that I suit to war like Posh and Beckham
Some have fi shot up the coke and rocks
Some have fi suck and fuck up, or their life would stop
Some have fi chat shit on records, or they'll just get dropped
Some have fi sell their souls, knowing Hell's burning hot
But, remember who we have to answer to
People I ain't judging you, I ain't walked in your Prada shoes
Hey, remember who we have to answer to
People I ain't judging you, I ain't walked in your Prada shoes
Do what you have to do fi make your cash
Make my cash through my dirty mouth
In my dirty mouth, from Dirty South to Dirty South
South of UK, to South of USA
Ludacris, and my Bigger Beats family
All my players in the house that can buy the bar
And the ballin' ass niggas with the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes
When you get on the floor (Nigga, throw dem bows)
All my women in the house if you chasin' cash
And you got some big titties with a matchin' ass
With your fly ass boots or your open-toes
When you get on the floor (Nigga, throw dem bows)
It's Maxwell D from the Leyton ghetto, bro
Another bad boy makin' all a kind of dough, yo
Another yout' man makin' two ends to meet
But the pussies wanna hate us 'cause they see the way we eat
And I told you about the Lex, Porsche, and the Bimmers deep
And I told you about the gang bang parties every week
Compared to the way you live, you know you cats are livin' cheap
And I'll blind you with my eyes before you open up and speak
I reap what I sow, so the pussies better know
The only thing from stoppin' me makin' you is your store
It's truth that I'm talkin', hoes keep on walkin'
If you want a piece of this, come suck on this, my darlin'
You know I'm laughin' now, 'cause the figures in my bank account
Go up, never down, so what's it all about?
You know I'm 'bout it, 'bout, push a gat inna your mouth
If you blink your eyebrows, I'mma blow your brains out
All my players in the house that can buy the bar
And the ballin' ass niggas with the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes
When you get on the floor (Nigga, throw dem bows)
All my women in the house if you chasin' cash
And you got some big titties with a matchin' ass
With your fly ass boots or your open-toes
When you get on the floor (Nigga, throw dem bows)
Hit by stars, hit by cars
Drunk off the liquor, gettin' hit by bars
Keep your girl close, 'cause she's hit by far
Hit by The Neptunes, hit by guitars
Afro picks, Afro chicks
I let my soul glow from my Afro dick
Rabbit out the hat, pullin' Afro tricks
Afro-American, Afro thick
Overall country, overall jeans
Overall Georgia, we overall clean
Southern hospitality, or overall mean
Overall triple, overall beams
Thugged out niggas wearin' thugged out chains
Thugged out blocks, playin' thugged out games
All black tinted up, thugged out Range
DTP stay doin' thugged out thangs
All my players in the house that can buy the bar
And the ballin' ass niggas with the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes
When you get on the floor (Nigga, throw dem bows)
All my women in the house if you chasin' cash
And you got some big titties with a matchin' ass
With your fly ass boots or your open-toes
When you get on the floor (Nigga, throw dem bows)
All my players in the house that can buy the bar
And the ballin' ass niggas with the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes
When you get on the floor (Nigga, throw dem bows)
All my women in the house if you chasin' cash
And you got some big titties with a matchin' ass
With your fly ass boots or your open-toes
When you get on the floor (Nigga, throw dem bows)
We drop bows on 'em, drop bows on 'em
Nigga, throw dem bows (What?)
We drop bows on 'em, drop bows on 'em
Nigga, throw dem bows
We drop bows on 'em, drop bows on 'em
Throw dem bows
Nigga, throw dem bows
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