Bass
Pull the one from the pine, whaddup yall?
I'm the one from the grind, I know yall
Loaded over with saliva, hit me, I'll show ya how to deal the quarter pound off the rippy, off the rippy
I ain't got fish, bitch
I am back in this
These steak knife (who?) pump action
Nadda nothin buddy don't even bother (holler) him
I cooked you a cat fish, I'm quick to swaller (swaller) him
Young gangsters bustin wanna act bad (bad)
Worse than gun jams like Bush in Baghdad
My bazooka got the chopper in Zone
Bake Chili muffins like a motherfuckin hoe
Glass breakin I have your mother duckin low
Back down haha now that's a motherfuckin joke
Southern boys got hot butter for your soul
Cracker barrel bullet dynamite so lets go
[Chorus]
My rattlin job, got them bobble heads lookin
Bathroom mirrors got the world simply cookin
I am kick kickin kick kick kick kickin
Kick kickin kick kick kick kickin
These twelve inch speakers, these six inch heaters
I'm playin those haters
I got that gator
I am kick kickin kick kick kick kickin
Kick kickin kick kick kick kickin
[End Chorus]
Get me to pay one, these kittens are tempting
I'm blowin this shit up like bottles of champagne
Knockers drop me, models are modeling
I can't get a seat so make me start wobbling
You can want it bad well then I get to logical
I took of the chain that I can't pedal my bicycle
Ain't got no pedro, still get it crunk though
Leavin my tire marks and hip hop centerfolds
Oh!
I know that amplifiers heated up
Oh!
I know the DJ wanna speed it up
My shits snappin, it ain't snap music
But you can lean back and throw it up, come on
These Alabama boys connect with Atlanta boys
We find them gun lovers who load the banana boat
Drivin them jettys and throwin Ds on them cadillacs
Speakers and tweeters beatin my whip got that battle back
[Chorus]
Yeah I'm Southern
I'm crazy, I'm drivin, Chevy Steezy
Hollar at g holler at, burnin tires
Burnin tires, I'm trashy I'm trashy, on fire
Yeah
Always lookin good, I'll show em up
I'll shovel mud, I don't give a fuck
I'm from the trailer park
I help king
I don't get any part
So I just better leave
Daliny daling dalinga ring ring
Sailor blow it up, they wanna ding a ling
I'm a limousine
The pimple of em teens
We number one of all 7 of dicks of my f-family
[Chorus]
Send "Kickin" Ringtone to your Cell 
Pull the one from the pine, whaddup yall?
I'm the one from the grind, I know yall
Loaded over with saliva, hit me, I'll show ya how to deal the quarter pound off the rippy, off the rippy
I ain't got fish, bitch
I am back in this
These steak knife (who?) pump action
Nadda nothin buddy don't even bother (holler) him
I cooked you a cat fish, I'm quick to swaller (swaller) him
Young gangsters bustin wanna act bad (bad)
Worse than gun jams like Bush in Baghdad
My bazooka got the chopper in Zone
Bake Chili muffins like a motherfuckin hoe
Glass breakin I have your mother duckin low
Back down haha now that's a motherfuckin joke
Southern boys got hot butter for your soul
Cracker barrel bullet dynamite so lets go
[Chorus]
My rattlin job, got them bobble heads lookin
Bathroom mirrors got the world simply cookin
I am kick kickin kick kick kick kickin
Kick kickin kick kick kick kickin
These twelve inch speakers, these six inch heaters
I'm playin those haters
I got that gator
I am kick kickin kick kick kick kickin
Kick kickin kick kick kick kickin
[End Chorus]
Get me to pay one, these kittens are tempting
I'm blowin this shit up like bottles of champagne
Knockers drop me, models are modeling
I can't get a seat so make me start wobbling
You can want it bad well then I get to logical
I took of the chain that I can't pedal my bicycle
Ain't got no pedro, still get it crunk though
Leavin my tire marks and hip hop centerfolds
Oh!
I know that amplifiers heated up
Oh!
I know the DJ wanna speed it up
My shits snappin, it ain't snap music
But you can lean back and throw it up, come on
These Alabama boys connect with Atlanta boys
We find them gun lovers who load the banana boat
Drivin them jettys and throwin Ds on them cadillacs
Speakers and tweeters beatin my whip got that battle back
[Chorus]
Yeah I'm Southern
I'm crazy, I'm drivin, Chevy Steezy
Hollar at g holler at, burnin tires
Burnin tires, I'm trashy I'm trashy, on fire
Yeah
Always lookin good, I'll show em up
I'll shovel mud, I don't give a fuck
I'm from the trailer park
I help king
I don't get any part
So I just better leave
Daliny daling dalinga ring ring
Sailor blow it up, they wanna ding a ling
I'm a limousine
The pimple of em teens
We number one of all 7 of dicks of my f-family
[Chorus]
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