
Turn It Out Freddie Dredd
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[Chorus: Lil Tino]
Sounds of the south, turn it out, turn it out
S- S- Sounds of the south, turn it out, turn it out
S- S- Sounds of the south, turn it out, turn it out
Turn it out, turn it out, turn it out, turn it out
S- S- Sounds of the- turn it- turn it out, turn it out
The sounds- sounds of the south, turn it out, turn it out
[Verse: Freddie Dredd]
I got plenty packs of the boof you can not pass
And the sight that you've seen, got me lookin' like a fiend
I envisioned all of this, come out here and reminisce
With the last blunt, take it off, feel it hit, like 'em all
I can't, it's for show, I keep it on the low
When you see the demon don't forget to let him know
That I'm coming quick, gas hit, 'bout to take off in this bitch
Get so hot I'm fuckin' wit', down in dirt you cause a fit
Just a little piece of shit, fuckin' with the wrong clique
Packed with my shit, bustin' with my fuckin' mitts
Baseball bats just sittin' in my fuckin' room
Sittin' all confused when that gonna start to bruise
[Chorus: Lil Tino]
Sounds of the south, turn it out, turn it out
Turn it out, turn it out, turn it out, turn it out
S- S- Sounds of the- turn it- turn it out, turn it out
The sounds- sounds of the south, turn it out, turn it out
S- S- Sounds of the south, turn it out, turn it out
Turn it out, turn it out, turn it out, turn it out
S- S- S-
Sounds of the south, turn it out, turn it out
S- S- Sounds of the south, turn it out, turn it out
S- S- Sounds of the south, turn it out, turn it out
Turn it out, turn it out, turn it out, turn it out
S- S- Sounds of the- turn it- turn it out, turn it out
The sounds- sounds of the south, turn it out, turn it out
[Verse: Freddie Dredd]
I got plenty packs of the boof you can not pass
And the sight that you've seen, got me lookin' like a fiend
I envisioned all of this, come out here and reminisce
With the last blunt, take it off, feel it hit, like 'em all
I can't, it's for show, I keep it on the low
When you see the demon don't forget to let him know
That I'm coming quick, gas hit, 'bout to take off in this bitch
Get so hot I'm fuckin' wit', down in dirt you cause a fit
Just a little piece of shit, fuckin' with the wrong clique
Packed with my shit, bustin' with my fuckin' mitts
Baseball bats just sittin' in my fuckin' room
Sittin' all confused when that gonna start to bruise
[Chorus: Lil Tino]
Sounds of the south, turn it out, turn it out
Turn it out, turn it out, turn it out, turn it out
S- S- Sounds of the- turn it- turn it out, turn it out
The sounds- sounds of the south, turn it out, turn it out
S- S- Sounds of the south, turn it out, turn it out
Turn it out, turn it out, turn it out, turn it out
S- S- S-
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