Don't Mess Wit Texas 歌词
| 歌曲 | Don't Mess Wit Texas |
| 歌手 | Lil' Keke |
| 专辑 | Don't Mess Wit Texas |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Lil' Keke | |
| Put your stones in dust and worn, South Coast raised and born | |
| Have a place you get broke loose and catch the Texas long horn | |
| Up that ass, when I blast, claimin' South East H-Town | |
| Bakin' cakes stackin' hate makin' playahaters break down | |
| If you're lookin' for an exit, cause Houston on the wreck ********t | |
| T-e-x-a-s is the state you don't mess wit | |
| ******** the tech, spit, and check ********t to vest | |
| Where respect ********t from north to east | |
| Well connected with the west | |
| It's the 3rd Coast creepin' 'round the corner | |
| Rockin' birds, sippin' serb, puffin' marijuana | |
| Screwed-Up Click roll deep and we kick it Down South | |
| Pop the lip, try to trip, get you with the sawed off | |
| Find your boy, bring the north twelve Atlant' on the map | |
| Bailin' through the Texas street with my hand on my strap | |
| Every hour on the hour born doubtin' bout rexis | |
| Leaving you chestless if you're vestless, don't mess wit Texas | |
| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust | |
| Texas, that's us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh | |
| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust | |
| Glock 9's we bust and there's no ******g wit us, cause uh | |
| Marsh ********t don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me | |
| Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me | |
| Marsh ********t don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me | |
| Southside Houston, Texas, so try to feel me | |
| Cross the line at the point, to this lonestar state | |
| And create drastic c's, lil' the kid can't make | |
| Bustin' sounds out in the Talon to this world-wide tower | |
| Take myself and then I bust, the other 9 don't matter | |
| Ain't no wustle in Calies I used to think that was slow | |
| It's automatics that'll catch you at this Texan's front do' | |
| Lifestyles like Frank White, facin' Kapone | |
| Stackin' cheese, takin' my keys, when you went through the zone | |
| Tell your colleage you won't want this | |
| North sides took over | |
| 9 times out of 10 I makin' it out, I doubt it | |
| Fairy tales and riddles, cut you sweet down the middle | |
| Fill in with ******** to succeed how I'm plottin' to kill ya | |
| Cowboys and neeyas, ********ers and ****slangers | |
| Pull the Southern angle glock 2-1 in the chamber | |
| So Lisa Lee, to the publicist who not try test us | |
| You find yourself restless tryin' to ******** with Texas | |
| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust | |
| Texas, that's us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh | |
| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust | |
| Glock 9's we bust and there's no ******g wit us, cause uh | |
| Marsh ********t don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me | |
| Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me | |
| Marsh ********t don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me | |
| Southside Houston, Texas, so try to feel me | |
| Feel the ill, yield the yield, Texas hands no fear | |
| Strapped with full metal gear, makin' it loud and clear | |
| Takin' advantage, you can't manage, I'm a Southside avouce | |
| So lay it down, or be found, as the chains of massacre | |
| I'm askin' ya to chill, better yet try to feel | |
| Stackin' mills down the kilo, gang related for real | |
| Here's the deal, 9 to 10, everythang I want even | |
| If I'm in then you spin, here's the key to the Benz | |
| ******** a friend in this game, cause it's all about greed | |
| Tech 9, red beam, and a murderin' team | |
| Yeah we're close to the border so won't you put in your order | |
| Pound of ********, chug of water, half a chicken or quarter | |
| Puffin' harder at the bottom cause we gainin' respect | |
| Might check, I select, soly Texas connected | |
| You respected Ke to hate, but I set it all straight | |
| Brain or chest plate, it's the lonestar state | |
| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust | |
| Texas, that's us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh | |
| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust | |
| Glock 9's we bust and there's no ******g wit us, cause uh | |
| Marsh ********t don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me | |
| Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me | |
| Marsh ********t don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me | |
| Southside Houston, Texas, so try to feel me |
| zuo ci : Lil' Keke | |
| Put your stones in dust and worn, South Coast raised and born | |
| Have a place you get broke loose and catch the Texas long horn | |
| Up that ass, when I blast, claimin' South East HTown | |
| Bakin' cakes stackin' hate makin' playahaters break down | |
| If you' re lookin' for an exit, cause Houston on the wreck t | |
| Texas is the state you don' t mess wit | |
| the tech, spit, and check t to vest | |
| Where respect t from north to east | |
| Well connected with the west | |
| It' s the 3rd Coast creepin' ' round the corner | |
| Rockin' birds, sippin' serb, puffin' marijuana | |
| ScrewedUp Click roll deep and we kick it Down South | |
| Pop the lip, try to trip, get you with the sawed off | |
| Find your boy, bring the north twelve Atlant' on the map | |
| Bailin' through the Texas street with my hand on my strap | |
| Every hour on the hour born doubtin' bout rexis | |
| Leaving you chestless if you' re vestless, don' t mess wit Texas | |
| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust | |
| Texas, that' s us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh | |
| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust | |
| Glock 9' s we bust and there' s no g wit us, cause uh | |
| Marsh t don' t thrill me, haters wanna kill me | |
| Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me | |
| Marsh t don' t thrill me, haters wanna kill me | |
| Southside Houston, Texas, so try to feel me | |
| Cross the line at the point, to this lonestar state | |
| And create drastic c' s, lil' the kid can' t make | |
| Bustin' sounds out in the Talon to this worldwide tower | |
| Take myself and then I bust, the other 9 don' t matter | |
| Ain' t no wustle in Calies I used to think that was slow | |
| It' s automatics that' ll catch you at this Texan' s front do' | |
| Lifestyles like Frank White, facin' Kapone | |
| Stackin' cheese, takin' my keys, when you went through the zone | |
| Tell your colleage you won' t want this | |
| North sides took over | |
| 9 times out of 10 I makin' it out, I doubt it | |
| Fairy tales and riddles, cut you sweet down the middle | |
| Fill in with to succeed how I' m plottin' to kill ya | |
| Cowboys and neeyas, ers and slangers | |
| Pull the Southern angle glock 21 in the chamber | |
| So Lisa Lee, to the publicist who not try test us | |
| You find yourself restless tryin' to with Texas | |
| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust | |
| Texas, that' s us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh | |
| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust | |
| Glock 9' s we bust and there' s no g wit us, cause uh | |
| Marsh t don' t thrill me, haters wanna kill me | |
| Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me | |
| Marsh t don' t thrill me, haters wanna kill me | |
| Southside Houston, Texas, so try to feel me | |
| Feel the ill, yield the yield, Texas hands no fear | |
| Strapped with full metal gear, makin' it loud and clear | |
| Takin' advantage, you can' t manage, I' m a Southside avouce | |
| So lay it down, or be found, as the chains of massacre | |
| I' m askin' ya to chill, better yet try to feel | |
| Stackin' mills down the kilo, gang related for real | |
| Here' s the deal, 9 to 10, everythang I want even | |
| If I' m in then you spin, here' s the key to the Benz | |
| a friend in this game, cause it' s all about greed | |
| Tech 9, red beam, and a murderin' team | |
| Yeah we' re close to the border so won' t you put in your order | |
| Pound of , chug of water, half a chicken or quarter | |
| Puffin' harder at the bottom cause we gainin' respect | |
| Might check, I select, soly Texas connected | |
| You respected Ke to hate, but I set it all straight | |
| Brain or chest plate, it' s the lonestar state | |
| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust | |
| Texas, that' s us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh | |
| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust | |
| Glock 9' s we bust and there' s no g wit us, cause uh | |
| Marsh t don' t thrill me, haters wanna kill me | |
| Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me | |
| Marsh t don' t thrill me, haters wanna kill me | |
| Southside Houston, Texas, so try to feel me |
| zuò cí : Lil' Keke | |
| Put your stones in dust and worn, South Coast raised and born | |
| Have a place you get broke loose and catch the Texas long horn | |
| Up that ass, when I blast, claimin' South East HTown | |
| Bakin' cakes stackin' hate makin' playahaters break down | |
| If you' re lookin' for an exit, cause Houston on the wreck t | |
| Texas is the state you don' t mess wit | |
| the tech, spit, and check t to vest | |
| Where respect t from north to east | |
| Well connected with the west | |
| It' s the 3rd Coast creepin' ' round the corner | |
| Rockin' birds, sippin' serb, puffin' marijuana | |
| ScrewedUp Click roll deep and we kick it Down South | |
| Pop the lip, try to trip, get you with the sawed off | |
| Find your boy, bring the north twelve Atlant' on the map | |
| Bailin' through the Texas street with my hand on my strap | |
| Every hour on the hour born doubtin' bout rexis | |
| Leaving you chestless if you' re vestless, don' t mess wit Texas | |
| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust | |
| Texas, that' s us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh | |
| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust | |
| Glock 9' s we bust and there' s no g wit us, cause uh | |
| Marsh t don' t thrill me, haters wanna kill me | |
| Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me | |
| Marsh t don' t thrill me, haters wanna kill me | |
| Southside Houston, Texas, so try to feel me | |
| Cross the line at the point, to this lonestar state | |
| And create drastic c' s, lil' the kid can' t make | |
| Bustin' sounds out in the Talon to this worldwide tower | |
| Take myself and then I bust, the other 9 don' t matter | |
| Ain' t no wustle in Calies I used to think that was slow | |
| It' s automatics that' ll catch you at this Texan' s front do' | |
| Lifestyles like Frank White, facin' Kapone | |
| Stackin' cheese, takin' my keys, when you went through the zone | |
| Tell your colleage you won' t want this | |
| North sides took over | |
| 9 times out of 10 I makin' it out, I doubt it | |
| Fairy tales and riddles, cut you sweet down the middle | |
| Fill in with to succeed how I' m plottin' to kill ya | |
| Cowboys and neeyas, ers and slangers | |
| Pull the Southern angle glock 21 in the chamber | |
| So Lisa Lee, to the publicist who not try test us | |
| You find yourself restless tryin' to with Texas | |
| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust | |
| Texas, that' s us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh | |
| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust | |
| Glock 9' s we bust and there' s no g wit us, cause uh | |
| Marsh t don' t thrill me, haters wanna kill me | |
| Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me | |
| Marsh t don' t thrill me, haters wanna kill me | |
| Southside Houston, Texas, so try to feel me | |
| Feel the ill, yield the yield, Texas hands no fear | |
| Strapped with full metal gear, makin' it loud and clear | |
| Takin' advantage, you can' t manage, I' m a Southside avouce | |
| So lay it down, or be found, as the chains of massacre | |
| I' m askin' ya to chill, better yet try to feel | |
| Stackin' mills down the kilo, gang related for real | |
| Here' s the deal, 9 to 10, everythang I want even | |
| If I' m in then you spin, here' s the key to the Benz | |
| a friend in this game, cause it' s all about greed | |
| Tech 9, red beam, and a murderin' team | |
| Yeah we' re close to the border so won' t you put in your order | |
| Pound of , chug of water, half a chicken or quarter | |
| Puffin' harder at the bottom cause we gainin' respect | |
| Might check, I select, soly Texas connected | |
| You respected Ke to hate, but I set it all straight | |
| Brain or chest plate, it' s the lonestar state | |
| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust | |
| Texas, that' s us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh | |
| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust | |
| Glock 9' s we bust and there' s no g wit us, cause uh | |
| Marsh t don' t thrill me, haters wanna kill me | |
| Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me | |
| Marsh t don' t thrill me, haters wanna kill me | |
| Southside Houston, Texas, so try to feel me |
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