The Lady of the South Where Storytelling Meets Soul.
hiphop
rap
south
tia turner
my lil trainer
the lady of the south
the lady of the south pro
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Story behind the song
The artist Tia Turner had been an exotic dancer at some point she wrote this song for the club.
Lyrics
Leprechaun
Leprechaun
I put that lil trainer around my waist
A Prada or Gucci glass on my face
Stilettoes on my fingertips
Count my pace
A broke ass nigga be up out my face
Now how they react when they hear that Cat meow
Or see the collar chain around my neck (kapow)
Nigga got testes
Carrying them Hefty's
Smack you with the right
When he really was a leftie
Left you at the corner
Cause you really was a shop and go
Thorough- bread
Project hoe
Touching out the ghetto
Cause it old
Out the projects
Still with a check
Til the spot got hot
Still slang that twat
Like a nigga needed a hit
Out the crack pot
Lady got a face that'll get your ass got
But I roll these
When you round my spot
Leprechaun, on a money run
Still hide a pot of gold
Up under a rainbow
Lady swole
Her head an Afro
Still climbing the pole
Ice the North Pole
You can say I'm hard
But ouch my heart cold
My heart cold
Leprechaun, on a money run
Still hide a pot of gold
Up under a rainbow
Lady swole
Her head an Afro
Still climbing the pole
Ice the North Pole
You can say I'm hard
But ouch my heart cold
Ouch My heart cold
I put that lil trainer around my waist
A Prada or Gucci glass on my face
Stilettoes on my fingertips
Count my pace
lady like cake
Eat it all up , erase
Cause I like my weight
Or just like my way
Trying to keep your boy hands
From around my waist
A country bread winner
Love the land, liver
Was swole
But had to deliver
Cause it old
Out the projects
Still with a check
Til the spot got hot
Still slang that twat
Like a nigga needed a hit
Out the crack pot
Lady got a face that'll get your ass got
But I roll these
When you round my spot
My spot
Leprechaun, on a money run
Still hide a pot of gold
Up under a rainbow
Lady swole
Her head an Afro
Still climbing the pole
Ice the North Pole
You can say I'm hard
But ouch my heart cold
My heart cold
Leprechaun, on a money run
Still hide a pot of gold
Up under a rainbow
Lady swole
Her head an Afro
Still climbing the pole
Ice the North Pole
You can say I'm hard
But ouch my heart cold
My heart cold
Til the spot got hot
Still slang that twat
Like a nigga needed a hit
Out the crack pot
Lady got a face that'll get your ass got
But I roll these
When you round my spot
My spot