Louisiana Gurls Lyrics

Greetings you earthlings

You are now entering the candy coated world of

Louisiana Girls!

Damn, I come from a far away land

Where the boys gotta twang, and the girls get bands

Where there's a lot of red bones, who stay so stoned

And a couple bad boys, stay hard like stone

Girls go down on you-you-you

Make a sound, or two just like…

So sweet like honey, so funny

But a hardbody on the outside, Mike, and Ike

It's hot outside, in a minute it's cold

With that south coast weather that's so-so bold

Y'all see the wrist, it's so damn cold

It's from the south, cause we barely get snow

You can travel the world

(I wanna, I wanna)

But nothing can compare to that dirty south coast

Cause we cornbread fed

You see that figure in the clothes (Figure in the clothes)

Don't mean to really boast like… (Boast like…)

I gotta really boast like… (Boast like…)

(You wanna)

LA girls, I'm talking Louisian-na-na

(Yeah they so tight, yeah they so-so hype

They don't mess with suckers, cause they really-really bite)

(You wanna)

LA girls, I'm talking Louisian-na-na

(Yeah, be so trill, leave you bald like dill, got you in a pickle, so here's the deal)

(You wanna)

LA girls, I'm talking Louisian-na-na

(Man south coast represent

It's hotter down south, that's evident)

(You wanna)

LA girls, I'm talking Louisian-na-na

(Man south coast put your hands up like

Ight, ight)

(Put your hands up, put your hands up)

Man I'm out here in Monroe, know I'm from the Southside

Might get a NOLA, get a hint of Doja

Yeah I gotta leave soon, these dudes doin' a drive by

Wanna go to Baton Rouge, wanna go to the hood?

Like Megan what's good, like Miley what's good?

Our summers so hotter, thought you understood

I'm from the 318, and the 214, this song 'bout one of those area codes

Cut me off a chicken head, but I don't gotta roast

No GPS, but I'ma address that post

Call that boy Casper by the way I go ghost

Make his soda pop like a got-damn float

I'm with a OG, smoking OG, yeah I'm rolling

I got more things heavier than toting

Mane these lame-o's fake, these lames phony

Oh you really wanna call me? Don't phone me (Yeah)

You can travel the world

(I wanna, I wanna)

But nothing can compare to that dirty south coast

Cause we cornbread fed

You see that figure in the clothes (Figure in the clothes)

Don't mean to really boast like… (Boast like…)

I gotta really boast like… (Boast like…)

(You wanna)

LA girls, I'm talking Louisian-na-na

(Yeah they so tight, yeah they so-so hype

They don't mess with suckers, cause they really-really bite)

(You wanna)

LA girls, I'm talking Louisian-na-na

(Yeah, be so trill, leave you bald like dill, got you in a pickle, so here's the deal)

(You wanna)

LA girls, I'm talking Louisian-na-na

(Man south coast represent

It's hotter down south, that's evident)

(You wanna)

LA girls, I'm talking Louisian-na-na

(Man south coast put your hands up like

Ight, ight)

(Put your hands up, put your hands up)

What you know 'bout them Louisiana girls? (California…)

Man I love them weezyana girls?

What you know 'bout them Louisiana boys? (California…)

Man I love them weezyana boys?

(Ha ha ha, mwah)