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Southern Comfort (Prod. Brahms)

from Noillib Pot by Top Billion

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"Southern Comfort"

(Verse 1)
Ok, first thing out my mouth before you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Hip-Hop ain't never die that bitch just moved down to The South
Let me chill keep it trill slower here but we ain't sittin' still
We chase money big bills and sit old schools on Sprewells
Southern swag that's all we have
We say "mane" not "man" we say "ya'll," "you all"-s banned
We say "ain't" not "you can't"
We like 808s they jam and love battles of the bands
Our weeds the color of foreign flags
Green, orange, and blue strands, nigga

(Chorus)
No place in the world like The Dirty South
Good food bad bitches, boy, you know what we about
Smoking on that loud getting higher than a kite
When you come to The Bottom it's a different way of life
It's that Southern Comfort -- Southern Comfort
It's that Southern Comfort -- Southern Comfort
It's that Southern Comfort -- Southern Comfort
When you come to The Bottom it's a different way of life
Ayy

(Verse 2)
Yeah, young niggas with ambition: 20 years old and driver Benzes
Oh my bad it's a Beamer but it's so clean I can't tell the difference
When niggas come south they chillin why you think so many people visit?
Cruise in Houston, New Orleans boozing, and Miami got them bitches
Atlanta you go for the strippers, Memphis you go to take pictures
Pensacola you go for the beaches and Virginia got loud reefer
In the Carolinas you'll find, bruh, dudes riding loud with they speakers
And Mississippi is really gritty but I love the food and the people
To The South, man, there ain't no equal
It's the home for all Black People
When them Crackas got 'em to go pick cotton
We all had to come to the bottom
In The South niggas know how we rocking'
We chilled out, we trilled out, we sipped out
On that brown come trip out get killed out, nigga

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
We get tourists from all over from October to October
Down south the home of lean so you know that we gon' drive slower
Even white folks cool toward ya ain't that many rednecks
Out chicks backsides mad wide 'cause you know they all cornbread fed
We say "round" not "friend" we don't dap we finger-bend
When we smoke we eat the stem
Well, I do, I don't know 'bout them
We keep it real no pretend sipping Henny taking shots of gin
So much smoke need oxygen steadily counting them Benjamins
Yeah rest in peace to Pimp C and Big H.A.W.K.
Big Moe and all the other great artists that we lost
Makes you want to count your blessings
And protect them at all costs
Here as my home is one of mine… as you thought

(Chorus)

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from Noillib Pot, released March 1, 2012

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Top Billion Miami, Florida

Born 9/14/90. From Monroe, LA. I started taking Rap seriously at 18. I rap about things that happen in my life and what I see going on in the world around me. I like making and releasing new songs because you can never have enough music. There's atleast one album you'll love here... guaranteed. ... more

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