K.a.n. lyrics

Artist  : Field Mob 
Song : K.a.n.



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 field mob, i'm shawn J and him, thats boondoc

i represent the south, and thats the way i'm a
keep it

if u got game then peep it, its the southern
way

i wouldn't have it no other way, so mutha fuck
what the others say,

love it or leave.

yes its hard but its fair, gotta hustle to get
it

keep grindin and grindin, and soon u will get it,
the struggle is in me, thats 

how i had to live, thats why i'm actin like a
nigga that ain't never had shit, 

mashin the flo master to the floor, petal to the
metal hear the dual pipes 

roar, wanna be a balla shot caller, twenty inch
blades 

skinny benny tryin to get paid



chorus

we them country ass niggas from the bottom of the
map, ridin heavy big bodies 

and vogues

we drink cheap liquor smoke sticky sweet swishers
and boy we love fucking them 

hoes(repeat)



damn real i'm a country ass nigga, shawn show no
shame

bare-foot on your block selling rock cocaine

georgia boy from the south spit when i talk, 

smack when i eat, from the field pimp when i
walk

whoa, lil daddy he ain't even not ready 

field mob come ridin a stretch box chevy,  

follow me now, i'm a take you where the good dope
at call it butter

where the hood folks at, in the gutter

stay low, keep movin nah you can't stop 

them boys infrared dot your du-rag and
tanktop

that guerilla coke grown

suburban word with more grams than a old folks
home

now this the way i slang dick every which a
way,

best get your bitch and pray she don't wanna get
with J

but if i do mack your bitch, 

you just shit outta luck like leprechaun
laxative



chorus



i get sick if i ain't home in the south u can
hear it in my voice

watch i get on the track and ride like a rolls
royce

and lean in it, spit sixteen, supreme
splendid

tipsy from tangueray with tangerines in it

they say the south slow, folk whats the speed
limit?

nah, fuck the speed limit these bustas need
gimmics

the game like a skinny girl pussy, deep

so deep, you could park a limosine in it

all in my green tinted, d's in it chevy caprice
in it

on mean 20's paint shinin like oil sheens in
it

leanin on white blunts, so fresh so clean in
it

it ain't sprite or water then don't u drink in
it

6:15 in beatin up your spleen in it

tricks dream to be in it, just to be seen in
it

flex, mug mean in it





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