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SOUTH Lyrics[Chorus]
Yellow bone ho tryna fuck me
Hit it for hours like rugby
Intermission pause, I'm back in
Afterwards, tryna get to know me
I'm doggin' that ho like greyhound
'98 Versace in '14
20 the Beamer with red eyes
I'm crossin' that nigga, he gon' die
Yellow bone ho tryna fuck me
Hit it for hours like rugby
Intermission pause, I'm back in
Afterwards, tryna get to know me
I'm doggin' that ho like greyhound
'98 Versace in '14
20 the Beamer with red eyes
I'm crossin' that nigga, he gon' die
[Verse 1]
Eating some steak at the cheesecake
I'm in the back, keep it low key
Three deep me, bad bitch and a FN tuck in my tight-ass Rickys
Designer shit, keep me so sticky
Pink hat swag feelin' like Timmy
She in college, Christmas break, I'ma turn her
Lil' ho in my business, like Vicky
Pass to the bro, now she mad at me
Feel like Akellah made it out the hood
X and Os, no tick tack
I'm from the south where them chickens chirp
Fuck with my family and get murked
RIP Chrissy, RIP C Murda
RIP J and I really miss Kash
1997 hittin' hard, Titanic

[Chorus]
Yellow bone ho tryna fuck me
Hit it for hours like rugby
Intermission pause, I'm back in
Afterwards, tryna get to know me
I'm doggin' that ho like greyhound
'98 Versace in '14
20 the Beamer with red eyes
I'm crossin' that nigga, he gon' die
Yellow bone ho tryna fuck me
Hit it for hours like rugby
Intermission pause, I'm back in
Afterwards, tryna get to know me
I'm doggin' that ho like greyhound
'98 Versace in '14
20 the Beamer with red eyes
I'm crossin' that nigga, he gon' die
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Instagram page got deleted
Too many hoes in my mentions
Only opium my intentions
God need to help his inventions
Used to sleep with a gun in my pillow
Now I wake up twenty floors up
Gun on my dresser, just slight change
They be like, "HVN, yo' new shit?"
Christian Ebony real fine just fannin'
Turned on the news and they took my daddy
I was only three so I ain't really get it
Can't trust a soul or a hoe I trust facts
Gettin' this paper turned me to a demon
Eyes closed on the plane thinking 'bout Earl St