Lyrics:
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
ain't even have no blunt I brought the bong in here
Bring yo chick so we could make a song in there
Ima beer buyer niggas drinking fake lean
Woulda let
chicks big butt huge tits
Two cups few sips you lit two hits
I'm on my shit I'm on my shit
New whip new kicks new phone who dis
Blue chips two chicks big
that country's part of me yeah
No shirt, sun burnt
Smile like I'm trouble sent
Dixie chicks, truck beds, Cheyenne, '86
Surface rust, plenty dents
at
Gambling meet me by the table starting at 3 stacks
Every story told is straight facts
Everything I smoke high grade and straight 'gnac
You get your truth
old chick has went and got away
You a Queen, but every Queen needs a pawn to play
I hate the way you appear on my timeline
Summertime sadness well you
wont get you by
Truth is a Paris Hilton jail cover story could never flop
For that sexy mug-shot I could get a million dollars a pop
Even Michaels in
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
No phone book but OG called
A few gun fights, some street brawls
Getting money, come come now please y'all
[Verse 2]
(Who) Got mean jewels (Who) is
move,
And choose the course you're running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
for me
Sin no more, lest a worst thing come upon thee
Opened my heart to his word and delivered me
Only by his grace and mercy that I'm sex free
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us gory as biblical stories, you ignoren' the allegories
Tryin' to feel good; it's Aleister Crowley
Rush of that adrenaline is my medicine
My fuel
shawty by my side , get em
Whole crew gotta ride she wanna ride with us
Got no flaws got no fears I'm bound to die with her
I know she loyal she love me no
somewhere that we could never go
No tracks by the rov from apolo
The landers scotch tape, foil, and poles
The earth should look bigger than the moon in its
can't control this urge to
Fuck hoes and splurge
My sidepieces got real jobs, nigga
I don't fuck with no birds
My main chick she got real hair
Never had
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
The bubble guns off
My heart stopped
For a second this story is fantastic
Sold it on credit now payback
Is bodies in plastics
Truth all so solid, it's ceramic
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And I'm straight tatted up, got
That black on white, won't start no shit but
I'll finish two fights
Goddang (Goddang) and this country trend is
A straight pink bitin' toothpicks
Who walk around town wit' two chicks
And doin' new hits to woo tricks....
Now that's wrong
Pleasure from partyin'
the best in the game no Nintendo
I’m surrounded by green like pimentos
And I’m giving it all to my kin folk
You don’t know shit, you don’t know nada
My life
(Danny)
Okay, I'm in a GTO, a '66
with this dixie chick
lickin' Pixie Stix
all in my mix
can't beat these ho's off me
tricks and hicks all be kickin'
picture but
Two minutes later she tearing up cuz she posted it
Sponsored by Sephora but now her followers roasting it
Over a little bump on her cheek, she
Your Name
Hallowed Be Your Name
Almighty God My Redeemer,
My Hiding Place, My Safe Refuge
No Other Name Like Jesus,
No Power Can Stand Against You
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