Lyrics:
won't let the change go to my brain
Respect better be somethin' you hope in the game
You gon' mess around and get choked with ya chain
Flip, Bun,
INTRO:
Choppin blades in an 84, Killeen Texas that's my influence...
Leonard Bailey reincarnated, McCall Creek Mississippi!...
Yeah!
HOOK:
Houston
Holy God, I'm a sinner
A sinner
I whip it , I turn to a winner
No, I'm not a beginner
Nope
And I don't mess with them pretenders
People saying that
a fuck I'm always talkin with a dirty mouth
I got the 20 gauge, hit em let the birdies out
Hit the grave at a young age that's an early out
Don't mess with
wanting more than five
But place your order by the border & you'll get a supersize
Whip it, make it
Brick it, weigh it
Flip it, take it
Money to play with
I
the screw heads crank it up feel this
Rest In Peace Pimp C from the heart of Texas
If you don’t know, we’ll you gon learn some truth today
Asshole by nature,
blinded by this lights
They throwing shade so I'm alright
I like my jin and juice with lime
With a lil bit of ice
If you gonna see me smile
Just know you my
She got beautiful blue eyes
Tell me she fell from the sky
Damn lil cutie looking super fine
Hoping she don't waste my time
She got beautiful blue
lil hoe with the oowwee
Bitch get to talking crazy
I look back like bitch who me
These niggas say they dogs
But be scary like they scooby
Said the next
marsh shit don't thrill me, haters want to kill me
Don't mess wit' Texas make the whole world feel me
Now how many ballers want to ball like me
And how
Bitch
Imma talk my shit, you get dismissed thats by my next bitch
Cause Shorty got me in a Mess
(Hey)
We might make a Mess
(A Mess)
She be pullin up with
That heart stopper my dawg Doefus, I got cha
That Calliope roster we don't mess with imposters
We mobsters we sittin' at the table eatin' lobster
And I
I feel like I be out here for the fun of it
I swear if I don't hit a lick by next month I'm done with it
(Baby)
I understand, But you ain't
to Texas fore a nigga hit Houston, imma stop in the bayou
If you don't fuck wit my kind or got hate for my type (Gucci)
We ain't copping shyt by you
Imma
bitch you shoulda went to Texas (Now he regret it)
Don't come 'round my neighborhood with all that flexin' (We gon' take it)
Them boys hoes, I hope you
Atlanta done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told
But I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch (say what?)
I'm on my way to Texas to see
("Sit-sittin' on swanger")
[Chorus]
Don't mess with Texas, oh no
We just so damn, what, so cold
Competition
You could really want it
When you backing
Deep in the heart of Texas
I found dispair and misery
So adios, Amarillo
Bluebonnet, stay away from me
No I won’t mess with Texas,
Ain’t going there
of that candy
They see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it
They say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on
Phantom, Bentley,
family twerk!
Bitch done made me mess my pants
Stretch out my pockets
Fuck up some bands
Shawty butt look a pair of two hams
Flip for the snakes gotta
family twerk!
***** done made me mess my pants
Stretch out my pockets
F*** up some bands
Shawty butt look a pair of two hams
Flip for the snakes gotta
and flip what you flexin?
I walk in the building, I know I'm the realest
Them hoes for the hold they breath, lil' ho
Don't play with a boss, yeah you know
off
Like a bitch that took her clothes off
This one 4 Sweet James
Showed a nigga knock the dooes off
Don't mess with Texas we pop the trunk off
Laws
Be Stupid For Challengin, Knock You Out Of Yo Skeleton
You Be Down On The Floor Like A Lil Flip Or A Banner Fan
I Hustle Man, I Hustle A Grand Like
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