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[Hook]Oh no, there go them |
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Texas boys banging in a fo' do' |
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Top fell out the drop, crawling on 84's |
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Think of taking my slab, baby |
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I don't think so |
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My heat under my seat, and |
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I don't love you hoes |
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Living it like a |
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G, but still |
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I gotta lay low |
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Five percent or ten, but still my screens gon glow |
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These haters be in my mix, and these boppers be on my dick |
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Everytime |
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I come round the corner[Paul Wall] |
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I'm from the land of opportunity, in |
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God we trust |
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But haters in my mix, got me paranoid and disgust |
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I'm scoping out my side mirrors, when my car's in park |
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It's after dark, and my slab is fresh meat to these sharks |
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Boys thinking |
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I been drinking, so |
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I'm off my note |
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But I got seventeen surprises, tucked inside of my coat |
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See me strut through the parking lot, on 22's plus |
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It's a must |
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I make all haters, eat my dust |
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Them jump-out boys, waiting trying to catch me slipping |
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I ain't tripping, grain ain't the only thing that |
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I'm gripping |
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Boys jacking with these tow trucks, thinking they slick |
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But take a trip to |
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South Lee, and end up in a ditch |
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They got my purple people eater once, the next day |
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I bought a |
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Range Rover cash, and a new set of fronts |
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I've been on feet for months, |
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I'm taking haters to lunch |
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Paul Wall and |
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Trae, hit em with that one-two punch[Hook][Trae] |
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When I flip in my slab |
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I'm fin to beat they back off, like |
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I was legs |
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Sitting low and tinted on chrome, gangstafied till |
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I'm finished |
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I'm bout to diminish these haters, when my trunk start waving |
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Blue over gray, side of my drop with six |
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T.V.'s I'm displaying |
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They hate that |
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I'm shining, with the fifth wheel falling flying down the block |
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But if one of these haters, wanna jack me |
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Slugs gon be flying, out the glock |
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I click for no reason, this season my slab is staining they brain |
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And I be known for getting reckless in |
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Texas, gripping on grain |
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Forever be pimping, 84 tipping all through the |
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SouthGrilling boppers all through my tint, with diamonds all in my mouth |
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They all in my mouth, looking stupid when |
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I burn right past em |
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Cause some of these broads be living shife, and setting up for the jacking |
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But not today, cause |
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Trae gon be flipping on top of his game |
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We guerillas |
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I'm mobbing with, ain't no stopping me mayn |
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When I'm in my fo' do' solo, the slab is bound to get tossed |
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And if you trying to be competition, then you bound to be getting lost[Hook][Trae] |
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Make way for the team, when the fo' do' be coming round the corner |
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These haters are goners, cause |
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I'ma drop the top when |
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I wannaI know these jackers, better think before they reach out and touch |
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Cause in back of the car is the |
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Excursion, full of thugs that'll punch |
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I know they wanted to get me, but they don't know what |
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I'm bringing |
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I pop the trunk and swing the block, while jamming |
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Slow Loud |
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And Bangin' |
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Trae and Paul |
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Wall on a mission, and ain't no stopping it mayn |
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With my hand on my heat in my seat, and the other on grain[Paul Wall] |
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Mo' money mo' problems mayn, the legend is true |
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You better stay up on your toes, when you ride 22's |
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I'm rolling strapped, everywhere |
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I go I'm watching my back |
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Cause on my block, them jackers don't give a damn if |
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I rapPeople see me being friendly, and they think that |
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I'm softBut the truth is, my best friend is a sawed off |
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These haters in my mix, got me losing composure |
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But if they take one step closer, it ain't gon be kosher naw[Hook] |
