That Girl - Erick Sermon, Big Krit, Ricco Barrino

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My mom’s was born in the Bama

Raised in the sunshine state when she was eight (Uh)

A southern girl who raised me, look at me

A track record too long to fit in this song

Strong ass women, tougher than leather

Tougher than the pair of denim, ass barely fit in them

These girls, girls, girls, girls

Not everybody is the same around the world

Southern girls got swing, that’s swang, not torque, not walk

Damn, look at that thang (Uh huh)

You the reason, got me sneezing

God bless you, devil got me want to undress you

Gramma schooled me, so I must respect you

Made me aware, so I can’t neglect you

You see her, the new age Aaliyah

And I see you tryna be her

Slow that girl, ooh little mama so bad (So bad)

She’s a boss, now she’s got her own bag (Bag, bag, bag)

I think I want to

Slow that girl, ooh little mama so bad (So bad)

She’s a boss, now she’s got her own bag (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Don’t save her, she don’t wanna be saved

She shaking what her mama gave

They all want that ass, that Kim Kardash

They get shots to get there fast, to get that cash (Uh)

And they doing this back to back

She’s a stripper, now how 'bout we get back to that (Uh)

I ain’t the one to give you no hassle

You a Georgia peach, I come from the apple (Uh)

You won’t perform on stage, I rap, you clap

The money gets stacked, facts

Something like the Player’s club but not flick (Nuh)

She do it for her son and that certificate

Soon she will have to face it

And explain to her child later how mom was getting paper (Uh)

South Bronx to South Central

And I can’t forget you South Beach, I gotta

Slow that girl, ooh little mama so bad (So bad)

She’s a boss, now she’s got her own bag (Bag, bag, bag)

I think I want to

Slow that girl, ooh little mama so bad (So bad)

She’s a boss, now she’s got her own bag (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Young Krizzle

Bitch always calling bread, think that suck degrees off the pot

Southern good whip, plus they put they get to the knots

I’m talking taking care of home, get it on her own

Wouldn’t be surprised if she riding on chrome

She got that hustle from her mama in that ass too

Ain’t falling victim to no lames when they pass through

Mindframe big bank, better be about it

You ain’t down to scrape for a Southern girl, think about it

Independant, educated

She a queen but she get down on it

If she want it when it’s elevated

Percolated percolator

Hate a running back

Front row, thump stone, waiting on a thunder clap

It ain’t all about strip clubs, no

Even if there’s a hole in the wall

She gon' make it so where you never leave at all

And she’ll be there when you call

I’m talking 'bout

Slow that girl, ooh little mama so bad (So bad)

She’s a boss, now she’s got her own bag (Bag, bag, bag)

I think I want to

Slow that girl, ooh little mama so bad (So bad)

She’s a boss, now she’s got her own bag (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I want you

No don’t you love a southern girl

Yeah, with all the claps, oh baby

Southern girl, don’t you love a southern girl

Oh, with all the claps (All the claps)

Makes me coo coo

Oh, talkin' bout those southern girls

Haha, yeah