Lyrics:
and clouds as they pass by
Nothing here but us and the Texas sky
Remember we were scared to run away
Now I'd take you and Houston any day
Oh the sun's on my
in the game doing it like me
I’m surrounded by history
A legend in the making
K-Rino said homie that it’s
Mine for the taking
Can’t mess with
I feel phenomenal as usual
Pharmaceuticals, glue stick to crucify me at Bonnaroo
But I don't know if I'm in Tennessee, Chicago, or Houston
In
these to the head
Im geeked up in the bed
Drugs over you instead
Take a white bitch instead
We want all his bread
Put niggas on his head
I need all my
hangs like a bat cave
I got to first and made her squirt just by taking off my shirt
Burn hot, baby propane I'm sticking my dick in cocaine
I feel
majority in the case of purely internal
affairs,--
ARTHUR: Be quiet!
DENNIS: --but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more--
ARTHUR: Be quiet! I
the darkness anymore
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
Here I am, alone again
Can't get out of this hole I'm in
It's like the walls are closin' in
You can't
Getting hat tricks everyday, I'm achieving all these goals
You can't tell me I'm not hard, it'll make you grow your nose
I ain't never hurt by words, you
I'm a Jake I don't bake a cake
I'm not a cake daddy you know the type be pullin up in a Caddy
With a drop top see when I hoe hop I kick it
to the back and I'm felling real hyphy
Imma star so I'm in with the belly pistol
That's cause the haters be sucking on jelly sickles
That mean the cycle
word to my nigga clue
Catch me in Las Vegas, a.r. Arizona
Rep for them real niggaz im winnin' in California
Winnin' in Tennessee hands down Atlanta
snaggletooth
Big wave everybody having motion in the room
Aye aye
Spent five hundred just to eat Houston's feel like Trae Da Truth
Nigga you ain't even having
your host Money motherfuckin' Mike
Right outside ICEE Records right here in Chicago
These niggaz is pimpin' at 18 and I'm here to tell you
I'm an eye
ain't with that cool shit, I'm with that ra-ra
JAY-Z wouldn't battle Nas if Nas killed Ty Ty (he wouldn't)
Pookie rollin' over in his grave, you got him
word to my nigga clue
Catch me in Las Vegas, a.r. Arizona
Rep for them real niggaz im winnin' in California
Winnin' in Tennessee hands down Atlanta
cans
I got your bitch up in my Rover man
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'mma pimp her, it's over man
goes back juss like them splinters an 'em temps, uh
met this bitch that was in Houston, said she was from Houston,
said her profession was stackin
that son of a bitch in the wind
Son of bitch who left when
His dad was sunk; his momma's thread was thin
I'm not proud of what I done
A pack of guilt
to the cracker, yup, they'll protect ya
But one day, fuck nigga, I'm gon' catch ya
Y'all niggas keep fuckin' around, fuckin' around
Fuck 'round get stuck in
fall in rut
I'm not smokin' no dutch, yeah i'm smoking swishers
I got this drip on me clutched up I keep my hitters
I'm off the monster
Earnhardt, get
Rikki-Tikki
Shawty from Houston I'm not talking Whitney
Pour a four in my cup I'm sippin'
Told her I love her but really I'm kidding
That bitch she bad but why
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha HAA
It's 10-31
Yes I run with a gun
I'm crazy
Time to go have some fun
Betta move betta run
This ain't a dream
I can tell by
of the blanket in the night
I owe it to you, I would have come unglued
Had it not been for the city and her light
From Houston I'm moving tonight
I've got
I'm in the city you know that they with me
I'm up in Houston but my name not Whitney
She keep on playing like why did she trick me
All of this drama you
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