field mob, i'm shawn J and him, thats boondoc
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i represent the south, and thats the way i'm a keep it
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if u got game then peep it, its the southern way
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i wouldn't have it no other way, so mutha fuck what the others say,
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love it or leave.
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yes its hard but its fair, gotta hustle to get it
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keep grindin and grindin, and soon u will get it, the struggle is in me, thats
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how i had to live, thats why i'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit,
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mashin the flo master to the floor, petal to the metal hear the dual pipes
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roar, wanna be a balla shot caller, twenty inch blades
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skinny benny tryin to get paid
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chorus
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we them country ass niggas from the bottom of the map, ridin heavy big bodies
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and vogues
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we drink cheap liquor smoke sticky sweet swishers and boy we love fucking them
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hoes(repeat)
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damn real i'm a country ass nigga, shawn show no shame
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bare-foot on your block selling rock cocaine
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georgia boy from the south spit when i talk,
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smack when i eat, from the field pimp when i walk
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whoa, lil daddy he ain't even not ready
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field mob come ridin a stretch box chevy,
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follow me now, i'm a take you where the good dope at call it butter
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where the hood folks at, in the gutter
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stay low, keep movin nah you can't stop
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them boys infrared dot your du-rag and tanktop
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that guerilla coke grown
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suburban word with more grams than a old folks home
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now this the way i slang dick every which a way,
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best get your bitch and pray she don't wanna get with J
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but if i do mack your bitch,
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you just shit outta luck like leprechaun laxative
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chorus
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i get sick if i ain't home in the south u can hear it in my voice
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watch i get on the track and ride like a rolls royce
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and lean in it, spit sixteen, supreme splendid
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tipsy from tangueray with tangerines in it
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they say the south slow, folk whats the speed limit?
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nah, fuck the speed limit these bustas need gimmics
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the game like a skinny girl pussy, deep
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so deep, you could park a limosine in it
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all in my green tinted, d's in it chevy caprice in it
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on mean 20's paint shinin like oil sheens in it
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leanin on white blunts, so fresh so clean in it
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it ain't sprite or water then don't u drink in it
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6:15 in beatin up your spleen in it
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tricks dream to be in it, just to be seen in it
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flex, mug mean in it
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K.A.N.
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| Field Mob |
