BLP KOSHER – Southern Hospitality Lyrics

Southern Hospitality – BLP KOSHER Lyrics

Baby, you a song

You make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise

Back road, blowin' stop signs through the middle every little farm town with you

And this brand new Chevy with a lift kit would look a hell of a lot better with you up in it, heh

So, baby, you a song, you make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise (Dreidel Man, water, ay water)

Bad shit, she chili, lil' hot, I call her Calabrian

He was just whippin' the white girl, now we doing the show in Madison

Totin' the ray gun, me and my day ones, I like to see my Addison

Steppin' on shit, conquistador

Ain't no place I ain't valid in

Southern hospitality, these jits be human traffickin'

No hospital fatality, I teach you how to casper flip

Walkin' on water, no paddlin'

Iguannas in the grass, no rattlin'

(My windows down, and cruise)

Ayy, ayy

Roll the windows down and spark a J, they tryna light my wicks

Had to hit the sleeve, I got a swellbow, but I ice my wrist

Chop' came with a third leg, but this an armed robbery

How he moved them bowls around, (Cruise) you'd think he doin' pottery

My momma worried about the political climate, but I keep that heat

The block so hot, bitch you could cook an egg right on the street (The street)

My neck gon' freeze below degrees, free my fuckin' Z's

Smokin' on you ducks, but the way I'm peekin', think the scope Chinese (Cruise)

My heart below celsius, jit who in the can, I need them free

I drew down on my opps, we bury more, your life a movie scene

And they know we put people on the wall, they say I'm super green

I'm on the Florida-Georgia line, I'm with some jits who'd flip a cruise for me (Cruise)

Lil' bro don't cruise, he let his window down and shoot

While some shit low down in tens, give yo' ass the boot

I caught his baby, tried to Taylor Swift, this bitch two .22's

Bitch you can't try me like I'm green when all my pockets filled with blues

Hey where you from? I'm from that dirty South

The Florida-Georgia line

Lil' town right off the interstate, it ain't too hard to find

Might hit a dirt road, get to smokin', few Coronas ease my mind (My windows down, and cruise)

I had to stay without my 'till that shit fuckin' up my vibe

Yeah I go 75 South, ridin' Georgia down to Florida

Met a plug down in Miami, he get shit from 'cross the border

Met a dancer in LA, she said she born in California

Thought was from Daytona 'cause them taste like oranges (Cruise)

Got the game inside a headlock, they treat me like Randy Orton

Go bike to Georgia, treat that Honda up like it's a

I feel like Spike Lee in Atlanta, I'm on the floor, watch in the house

Lil' bro said if he go out cruise, then watch he lose

He knockin somethin' off (Cruise)

Ayy

Just let the window down and

Feel like a blind man with my pole, don't go nowhere without my stick

I put the FRT on ARP, they caught bro with the switch

He facing twenties, now I'm sendin' money

Might pop him behind the fence

Baby, you a song

You make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise