Young Dolph - Down South Hustlers (ft. Paul Wall & Slim Thug)

Down South Hustlers Lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]

All my bitches say I'm dirtier than a motherfucker

Pineapple fanta and it's dirtier than a motherfucker

Shot out to Bun I'm ridin' dirty than a motherfucker

A half a million, all 20's it got blood on it

Presidential day-day and it's flooded homie

I just left the car loft and spend another check

Hunnid band profit and I didn't break sweat

I dozed of on that drank and almost had another wreck

My lil bitch stay mad at me cause I don't get no rest

I'm always out here chasin' money so she get no sex

I'm in that drop top, bangin' Screw and burnin' rubber nigga

I'm down in Houston on that boss shit like Thugga, nigga

Got everythang on my own so I'm like fuck a nigga

World wide, cross the county stackin' ruffles nigga



[Hook: Young Dolph]

She a good girl but lil' mama bad though

She got a small waist but a fat ass though

Thirty points I had to take came in the glass though

Still boomin' pills and strong out the back door



[Verse 2: Slim Thug]

I got G's out of Memphis that'll kill for me

And everywhere I go the hood still love me

Cause Thugga is a hustler, Thugga is a boss

Thugga made it trough them droughts on that nasty North

Me and Paul still tippin', sippin' with that Dolph

Got 'em ridin', red fo's, breakin' boys off

Kottonmouth kush blunts back to back

Nowadays ridin' Rovers but still keep a clean 'Lac

Thank god everyday, I ain't gotta sell packs

I ain't tryna see the FED's I like my bed where it's at

Countin' these stacks like I'm gettin' platinum plaques

Livin' that boss life, breakin' hoes like the mack



[Hook: Young Dolph]

She a good girl but lil mama bad though

She got a small waist but a fat ass though

Thirty points I had to take came in the glass though

Still boomin' pills and strong out the back door



[Verse 3: Paul Wall]

No nuts mean no money

No money you must be a dummy

No dummy that's a fifth wheel

It's only March but this my fifth grill

Packin' the steel, chasin' the mill

Workin' the wheel, yeah I'm the man

Make me a ticket and I fuck it all off

Codeine [?] and kush cause I can

Chain with the chunk a 70 grand

Trunk with the bang it sound like a band

Whenever I pass it's turnt like a vent

Pardon your girl I know she a fan

On lean with a xan

Backwood packed with 3 or 4 grams

Thumbin' through money

Got codeine sweatin' out all of my glands

Oil change, this new drank just ain't the same

Scopin' out boppers long range

But not for profit they chasin' change



[Hook: Young Dolph]

She a good girl but lil' mama bad though

She got a small waist but a fat ass though

Thirty points I had to take came in the glass though

Still boomin' pills and strong out the back door

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