SOUTHERN CLASSIC

Yea fresh up out the oven
Sat it on the stove until some singles starting bubbling
I been broke my whole entire life but now I'm grubbing
This that southern classic not no Grambling vs. Southern
This some Ratchet City shit
Bitch said I was bugging
Medicate my morning with some single malt from Dublin
Riding round on shoes that's way too big and now they scrubbing
How could I forget when I was broke and I was struggling

Back in Ratchet City bitch the poverty is smothering
Finally learnt my lesson but admit that I was stubborn
You can change your mind but still the heart is hard to govern
Why we wasting time when all you want is this McLovin
You want Ratchet City dick
You just need a bludgeon
Everybody love you so much better when you buzzing
Stop at Southern Maid when I arrive and get a dozen
Line hang out the gate for Southern Classic still ain't budging
But fuck it this some ratchet shit

Fresh up out the oven
Sat it on the stove until some singles starting bubbling
I been broke my whole entire life but now I'm grubbing
This that southern classic not no Grambling vs. Southern
This that Ratchet City shit
Bitch said I was bugging
Medicate my morning with some single malt from Dublin
Riding round on shoes that's way too big and now they scrubbing
How could I forget when I was broke and I was struggling
Back in Ratchet City bitch
Yea yea Ratchet City shit
Aye back up in the city bitch
Yea yea made my city lit
Ratchet City that my city bit
Ay



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Writer(s): Renaldo Mcclinton
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