Lyrics:
nut and Send her a%% home
I ain't trynna cuff no b%%%h I want My racks up
Shout brazy showing love you a real Thug
No hesitation he going buss with four
Inna dung a Salt Spring
Nuh diss nuh rass man
Bwoy blood will run and full up a bath pan
Shabba with the matic, Dutch wid the clutch1
Two buss ina
I do it for my Mexicans
I do it for them H-Town boys sippin' that medicine
I do it for G-Town 'cause I know them G's down
Kill 'em all like Rambo I
rotation
Hamster wheel with the moves
Plays be coming in twos
You can tell by my shoes
I ain’t missing no meals
And I done paid all my dues
I just do
was written in the holy book I'll never fail
Dressed all in Prada, buss down
And my goons in the water that's Shark Tale
Hotter than a Molotov cocktail
wouldn't buss you in your mouf
You know you ghetto when you think you number one with the flow
And you shoutin' out yourself on the radio
You know you ghetto
us
You don't want to see this Mo' Thug clique
To swift to be faded
Just hated by them foes
Throw blows, bow down hoes
Mo' Thug handle this like
make it to the room
You said it's me for you
It's you for me too
Give me the time and I'll please you
Take it off I wanna see you
Turn on that H-Town
H-Town/ Got a lot of cousins who gone ride/ they don’t play around/ Quan posted in the backwoods he gone break you down/
Hook: I’m strong because of what
on his c-a-ar
So f-a-ar, so g-o-ood
This is what they call me in the h-o-ood
Nigga,
I'm the king
And I be smoking
Welcome to my town
And I be
ringing tone
Oh lord
Buss it buss it all over baby
She ain't even come in my ride but still I drove her crazy
Na kitchen counter she ride x3 on the big
I ain't ever need no one to give me s***
Had to learn it by myself I did it quick
Now I'm sitting at the top so we gon win
Applying pressure got me
So we can ride around town like Tina and Ike
I'ma shine till I die nigga
We worldwide everybody know Ca$h Money ride or die nigga
[Manny Fresh]
Twenty
hopin' I could eat
Get the glads, and buss 'em down, I ain't got time for shit to reek
Bags they come from outta town, anything just for the P
Bitches
me my potency is deadly
Pay H-H-H-Homage respect
Disrespect me
My potency is deadly
Pay Homage Respect
Ayo I shoot brains loot trains roll up we can
hand's up in da air
M********a b***h shake yo ass
Like crazy, like crazy
I got da money in ma hand
In da club hand's up in da air
M********a b***h
It's Whatever
It's Whateva
We could take some trips all around
In and outta' town
Maybe you could push up on it
We could get head down H-town
Maybe
on your mind
[H.A.W.K.]
I shut em down, cut em down, quick to throw my weight around
To yellow bone or sugar brown, Boss Hogg we holding on
We getting
Rapper, Songwriter, Producer
Kanye West in the flesh
Like Queen B, Trav Scott from H-town
Real G’s I prove I’m the best
Trinidad & Tobago, China, Cameroon
Tryna get all dat guap now
What now?
I'm coming in outta h-town
You hate now
When i blow up and i'm great how?
You fake now
You probably run like
Twenty-seven ounces, three 9 pieces I'm shaking back
My old hoe gon' fuck on Sunday, can't wait for that
H town, no fittin' on, we dealin' that
Rumors hit my
June price high
Out of town life by
Living amongst lions notice I ain’t die
Powder
Powder Water
Think shorty got a thing for a dope dealer
Holla
wrists yea b***h I'm finna buss em
Boss b***h bet she can't fuck with no buster
Look at this fit yea b***h I'm finna fuck em
B***h this designer you could
I need it now ain't no layaway
She let me hit it like 808
She let me buss it like 808
Hit the percussion like 808
I bend you back that's that
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