Wild Wild Souf Lyrics

Flippa, On me

Just another day in the wild, wild south Just another day in the wild, wild south

Let me tell your ass a story bout the wild, wild south

Where the bitches runnin' shit with a slick-ass mouth

It started in the projects in a brick-ass house

Grandma got the plastic on the thick-ass couch

Screen door stay locked, is you in, or you out

GA hot as hell, we at the end of a drought

Ratchet bitches down south, we ain't in it for clout

On the way to the city, 75 is the route

ATL, hoe, ATL We hard as hell, and they soft, Cottonelle

Thick as hell, ass soft, southern belle And my coochie wetter than a fuckin' well

On me, sweet tea sweet, but my pussy fuckin' sweeter

I ain't suckin' on no Peter, but Peter a pumpkin eater

Outside on the porch, Unk, smokin' fuckin' Reefer

R-E-S-P-E-C-T, auntie listenin' to Aretha

And it's just another day in the wild, wild south

If you from the dirty south, you know what I'm talkin' bout

Say it's just another day in the wild, wild south

Say it's just another day in the wild, wild south