Lyrics:
take it
Grab a player hater by the neck
Choke him out and try to break it
Give me your money
Drop them keys
It's a jack move bitch
And since you
coming crazy
Hell nah you can't get yo shit bacc
Man wassup with all this talking I don't do no chit chat
Yeah I keep my mouth closed until we talking big
You're running off with the mat
Real niggas don't fall off, real niggas fall back
Don't fall through my hood, fuck around and get jacked
Countin' up by
of birth
Congress cut Welfare and six million
Stupid angry white racists on Welfare
Screamed "Hell yeah" tubby
Blinded by they hatred
So they don't want
mouth, get something to talk about
'Cause a nigga'll slap your track out bitch, you know I'm saying
Hoe ass niggaz, trying to ride red niggaz know Ike
that's haram
Fresh out the slammer
Out the can
Man might light up the earth like Taliban
You can't refund shots no Matalan
Arthur's soft like pudding
I'll
got a bunch of niggas that shoot it up for with me
I got a bunch of killas watchin out for P
and the game get deep
how can you stop when
later now
Please god run out of data now
You gotta get it into your head
That we're never gonna
Be together now
You got to find
Someone right for you
it's realer than your shit!"
Woodgrain wheel and the candy paint mandatory
If you're from that Texas, you already understand the story
Money, cups
you the plug cant get em out
12 us we roll tryna drop them down
Show em you got it they taking you down
Its hot as hell on my side of town
Said its hot
I'm known for flipping and smacking it up
Letting you know
If you let me get a hold her ain't gonna let go
Baby girl got me losing control
By
like you ain't wanna be born
And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn
Chicken George became dead George stealin' chickens from my farm
Damn,
me out
It don't mean nothing if only you
Could've prevented use
Of them harming you
"Orange or apple juice"
That will determine if you are okay or not.
But I get by my wicked ways
Lady you can suck a dick 'til your neck aches
Cry 'til you get puffy eyes, red faced
But I'm leavin' on this jet plane
wanna get nailed in the Sprinter Lexus
Text back and told her, "Please be hammered so you can sex us"
My arm strong, if Louisiana then tell her Texas
oh what a feeling
Tryna get cake like George from B-Town
Head outta state is how I seen town
You wouldn't believe the cake I see now
Hook
ain't no tramps
Try to get that pussy and she say you can't
Me and my partners we got that game
Check a square-ass bitch and make her throw that thang
Jacksons
And Them Georges
Either You Gunna Bring Me This Bread
Or Get Lit Up Like Torches
I Need My Money Now Partner
Come Up Off Of My Cake
Betta Hook Me
Took off her pants
You know what I saw?
Right about now I'd like to dedicate this song out to my main homie Mike D
Get on the mic, g-get on the mic
a visit
Talkin' bout "I'm pregnant by some other nigga"
Beef is high blood pressure and bad credit
Need a loan for your home and you're too broke to get
still young
Burn the prints off your thumbs
Then pull out all your teeth
So you can't bite your tongue
Only on this earth for a short time, time
So
hell yeah
You gotta get up, get out, get up, get out and get
(Let's get country on 'em boys, come on)(woo)
Gotta get up, get out, and get country
bread
If I don't get I'm gonna bust you
In your head
In your head
I've been on the grind
Chasin' paper all over the Texas state
From Dallas
that's all you gon' get from me
Now you in my whip just as long as you understand that I can't be whipped
You say companionship, I say abandon ship
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