Sweet tea and rice and beans cooking chicken and grits and greens
A girl that’s fly as hell that’s my southern belle
Yeah big deal I’m from the Midwest
But now down south is where my head rests
The baddest girls that you’ll find ‘round here
Any given weekend at Lennox Square
All types of girls and every race
Cause me and my boys don’t discriminate
Man what do they feed these girls
Booty in the back is out this world
Always look good when they’re leaving the house
Respects herself and knows what she’s about
Something old school she likes to break bread
Takes care of her man and makes sure he’s fed
She can be sexy and not even know it
Intelligent mind that u want to grow with
So cute the way that she walks
And speaks with a southern drawl when she talks
Born in kakalaka Raised in GA
Momma taught her to cook daddy made her behave
Strong and independent she comes atcha straight
And all that she wants is you to give her the same
If your down for the count she can make it okay
Cause down in the south they just make em that way
She reads on the porch in the heat of the day
With a glass full of ice and some fresh lemonade
When it gets too hot she takes a dip in the lake
Turns her blue jeans red from the cranberry clay
Didn’t grow up in church but she knew how to pray
And her faith is a rock when others would break
Beautiful to boast with her curvy frame
And she might say hi but won’t remember your name
So no need to approach with some played out game
Cause I got it locked when I popped the champagne
