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[Hook] You know we riding slab, with that candy paint |
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Dripping off the frame, down 2-88 |
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Sipping purple |
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Sprite, mack a broad tonight |
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This is how we play each and every day, it's a |
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H-Town kinda day [Z-Ro] |
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We don't ride 3's, only 4's |
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With alligator seats, same thang on my toes |
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If she ain't a dime, she ain't one of my hoes |
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Since they go up in the sky, |
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I call em heavenly do's |
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If the interior peeling, you ain't riding with |
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Ro Wood flo's sliding do's, |
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I know you wanna roll |
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Screwed Up |
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Click until it's over, |
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I put that on my soul |
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Black candy paint and swangas, cause your nigga so cold |
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It's the high life, |
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I don't need no dro |
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Spending money chasing a high, niggaz can't keep no dough |
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Rather spend it on some swangas, and a fresh set of 4's |
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Twenty sets of those, ain't even what |
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I see at my shows |
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Back in the day, me and |
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Thugger had beef together |
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Now we Bentley back to back, we share the streets together |
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Gon' be alligator, under my ass cheeks forever |
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Candy wet as a sherm head, it's gon' leak forever [Hook] [Slim Thug] |
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Thug boss, show up and show out |
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It's Sunday in the city, time to pull the load out |
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I hit up my |
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Hoggs, time to pull out them dogs |
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Swerving side to side, ain't worried bout them laws |
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Smoking on that |
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Cali topless, broads bopping |
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Chunking deuces up, but |
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I ain't stopping |
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Paint dripping, no mo' purp sipping |
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Boys getting knocked up for drank, y'all tripping |
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No cases, |
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I'm with the bad bitch with the braces |
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Bout to head back, to one of my places |
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Give a thug love, then |
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I might hit up the club |
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No VIP, I'm at the bar posted up |
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Pocket full of money, laughing at them dummies |
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Too drunk to notice, that |
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I'm leaving with they honies |
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Thug's life, yeah that's how the |
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Boss play |
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Different chick different day, down here we say [Hook] [Z-Ro] |
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Mayonnaise and mustard, that's how |
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I roll I bet you never seen a black |
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Bentley, on 4's |
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Yeah the 300 got suicide, and |
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Lamborghini do's |
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Like the wipers watermelon, that my pimping get chose |
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Six by nine's, like |
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Kirk Franklin wire |
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You say I don't look clean in this thang, you a liar |
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Huh, wood grain what |
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I'm holding on |
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And y'all already know, what |
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I'm rolling on |
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Swangas, swangas, swangas |
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S-W-A-N-G- |
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E-R These are the gorilla pokers, these ain't bars |
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If you ain't got em on your ride, it's just another car |
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When we riiide |
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North East |
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West and Southsiiiide |
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Couldn't be a buster, if |
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I tried H- |
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Town niggaz, so liiiive [Hook] |
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Dripping off the frame... |
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This is how we play... |
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It's a H-Town kinda day |