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Field Mob, I'm J and him, that's Bulldog

I represent the south and the way I'm a keep it
If you got game then peep it, the southern way
I have it no other way, so muthafuck
the others say, love it or leave

Yes, it's hard but it's fair, gotta to get it
Keep grindin' and grindin' and you will get it
The struggle is in me, how I had to live
That's why I'm actin' like a that ain't never had shit

Mashin' the flo to the floor, petal to the metal
Hear the dual pipes roar, wanna be a balla shot
Twenty inch blades, skinny tryin' to get paid

We them ass niggas from the bottom of the map
heavy big bodies and vogues
We cheap liquor smoke sticky sweet swisher
And boy we fucking them hoes

We country ass niggas from the bottom of the map
Ridin' big bodies and vogues
We drink liquor smoke sticky sweet swisher
And boy we love fucking hoes

Damn real I'm a country ass nigga, show no shame
Bare foot on your block rock cocaine
Georgia boy from the south spit I talk
Smack when I eat from the field pimp when I

Whoa, daddy he ain't even not ready
Field Mob ridin' a stretch box Chevy
me now, I'm a take you
Where the good at call it butter
Where the hood folks at in the

Stay low, keep nah you can't stop
Them boys infrared dot your and tank top
That guerrilla coke grown, word
more grams than a old folks home

Now this the way I slang every which a way
get your bitch and pray she don't wanna get with J
But if I do mack your
You just outta luck like leprechaun laxative

We them country ass niggas from the of the map
Ridin' heavy big and vogues
We drink cheap liquor smoke sticky sweet
And boy we love fucking them

We them country ass from the bottom of the map
heavy big bodies and vogues
We drink liquor smoke sticky sweet swisher
And boy we love them hoes

I get sick if I ain't home in the south you can it in my voice
Watch I get on the track and ride like a Rolls
And lean in it, spit sixteen, splendid
Tipsy from tangueray with in it

They say the slow, folk what's the speed limit?
Nah, fuck the speed limit bustas need gimmick
The game like a skinny girl pussy,
So deep, you could a limousine in it

All in my tinted, D's in it Chevy caprice in it
On mean 20's paint shinin' like oil in it
Leanin' on blunts, so fresh so clean in it
It ain't sprite or water don't you drink in it

6:15 in beatin' up your in it
Tricks dream to be in it, just to be in it
Flex, mug mean in it, when I can't it
Man, just like clean it

We them country ass from the bottom of the map
Ridin' big bodies and vogues
We drink cheap liquor smoke sweet swisher
And boy we love fucking hoes

We country ass niggas from the bottom of the map
Ridin' heavy big and vogues
We cheap liquor smoke sticky sweet swisher
And boy we love fucking hoes