(Verse)
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Whoever said Hurricane don¡¯t get money, put a dick in your mouth
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Ratchet hoes don¡¯t even know what they be talkin about
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Been ballin since a young nigga, I watch my daddy stunt nigga
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You watch your daddy get punked and probably put in the trunk
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I¡¯m super clean all these hoes like the way that I lean
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She say she want that dumb dick so I¡¯m making her scream
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You wanna check me, well bitch I got a k with a bean
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That 40 right here on my left, I never leave without my strap
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Ok, let¡¯s hit the club and get real niggas down
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Fake niggas get snapped, eyes tight like a jap
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4 giatos on my coup, I¡¯ve been had that
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And wherever cut on my whip yes the rims gonn match
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Like I pull up in nike bitches have a panic attack
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Cause my Louisiana drama make em throw me they cap
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I¡¯m on my way to the hotel with mouse throwing it back
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They call me beat it out the frame what you know about that
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I keep my hood in the air like I was fixin her neck
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And nigga any disrespect could get you hit with a gack
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So keep your money in your pocket unless you wanna get jacked
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Represent that dirty south it ain¡¯t no fakin on that
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(Hook)
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Let me take em down south for a minute, hold up, hold up
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This way it¡¯s real, let where niggas get killed at
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Take em down south for a minute, take em down, down,
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Take em down south, let me take em down south
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Let me take em down south for a minute, hold up
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Yo this way is real, let where niggas get killed at
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Take em down south for a minute, take em down, take em down down,
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Take em down south for a minute, take em down, take em down down,
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(Verse)
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I¡¯m in the club on that liquor, pocket full of skrilla,
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Can nobody tell me shit when I be thugging with my niggas
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Neck colder than December, plus I¡¯m strictly bout my figure
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So twisted it feel like my body floating on a river
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Free my nigga bad ass, look at lil mama
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On a first, she got a mad ass,
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And plus I feel like I can get her
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Know she gonn let me hit her
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My south already told me she be rolling on them jiggers
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We sit em down the middle like I feel em and dismiss em
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So loaded, I can¡¯t hold it, fuck it, I¡¯m wide open
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Swerving all on the curbe, I can¡¯t keep my eyes open
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With a pocket full of money, I buy it if I want it
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Yeah they call me hurricane and I slaughter my opponents
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Twisted on that Patrone, taking shots to the dome
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Louisiana rapper, black daily on chrome
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Lil daddy think he fresh like me, he dead wrong
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(Hook)
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Let me take em down south for a minute, hold up, hold up
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This way it¡¯s real, let where niggas get killed at
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Take em down south for a minute, take em down, down,
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Take em down south, let me take em down south
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Let me take em down south for a minute, hold up
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Yo take em down south for a minute, hold up
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Yo take em down south take em down, take em down down
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Take em down south take em down, take em take em take em south
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Take em down, take em
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Take em take em down south take em down, take em down down
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Take em down south take em down, take em take em take em
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Take em take em take em down south
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Let me take em down south for a minute, hold up
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Yo this way it¡¯s real, let where niggas get killed at
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Take em down south for a minute, take em down, down,
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Take em down south for a minute, take em down, down,
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Like oh!
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Down South
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Hurricane Chris |