Lyrics:
Say if I do too much, say if it's not enough
Bae if I change it up on you will you fall out of love
Look at the stars above
That's the Double R truck
Ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
Ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
Lala throwing bands in the club
Zaza got it all hit me up
Made it now I'm driving in a Bentley truck
Made it now I'm riding in a Bentley truck
Lala
Ladies leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave your girl with her friends
'Cause
At the booty club, finna throw your rent, so don't be late (don't be late)
I tell her, "fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck what they think" (yeah)
In the Maybach
lone star blues, alright
I gassed up my truck and packed my clothes
Turned in my key and hit the road
I said, Cowtown's where I'll go
You never
See, all we need is a couple, let's go act up
Wouldn't believe the scene up in my black truck
A couple shots of Hennessey
And if you down get down,
Mighty or small
We're gonna have a ball
Do the Boogie
Do the Lone Star Boogie
They boogied in Houston
They did the Truck Stop Rock
Down in Port
a nice dream but bitch you'll
Have better luck tryin' to find 2 pac than
Me buying you somethin' off the ice cream truck
Oxygen you leave 'lone leave me
Yeah
112 (yeah)
Three 6 Mafia
(112)
[Rap 1]
I'm in the club drunk as hell with my dawgs 112
I gotta hundred and twelve girls I'm trying
about me lone wolf I always lay low
Right now you got my attention tho if i must say so
Let's go let's go let's go let's go
F****** with a star f******
the life of the party
Wide eyed, trying pay a little pocket
Crash twice rtyna exit the market
I'm a lone star and a porn star
Hundreds on the floor
I'm turned up in the club (club), blow through the ceiling with my thugs (bitch)
They know that I don't give a fuck (wow)
Plus I'm strapped up, who
to do,
Tryin' to lose, tryin' to lose,
These ol' Lone Star Blues.
Well I got laid off at Brown and Rue
Then on my way back to cuttin' chute
I lost
shot yo mans on the block
2 cups, I got lean on the rocks
Pull off, do the dash on the cops
Put in work, Im a star just like RAW
Going up, Im the man
free in the car... new lawyer bitch and she just passed the Barr
I'm reckless nigga... just respect this nigga... ima lone star riding through Texas
Dollas Worth Of Strong
When Da Club Bout To Hear Dis Sooonngg
(Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Got Racks
a fuck now
Old bitches on my body you is a dub now
Henny to the face she taking the cup down
Hounds is running in we shutting the club down
If i like it
it.
Our only card be the Lone Star and we never leave home without it!
living in the ghetto where it's hard to stay alive.
Living in the ghetto we
Finally got that PLUSH Vodka
In the club making money
Finally got that Rolls truck glad I ain't loose hope
Finally got that book sold out at the store
a steer
But they love to go to the rodeo and drink that Lone Star beer
Well, it's hard to ride the range when they're living in a concrete world
So they
(They fightin' in the club)
[chorus] (Repeat 2x)
We thugged out (Thugged Out)
So clear the club out (Club Out)
Niggas get drugged out (Drugged
to drive
Oh what a night
I left my car parked at the club
Woke up in the morning can't find my truck
I barely made it home alive
Oh what a night
My
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