Lyrics:
two white girls, think I oughta have a curl in return of the mack, my nigga
It's the return of the 'Lac
Riding on so many horses they think I'm
Trap stupid (boy you comin through)
club jumpin (boy you comin through)
my girlfriend say she ain't wanna fuck with you
Say whaaaaaa
Paint the chevy,
Shawty we been sippin' on bub
And I done had enough
Let's get up out this club
Cause I'm tryna get you
Alone alone alone
You alone alone alone
Shawty
I got 50 -11 Diamonds in my chain, my
Paint drippin' stupid in the lane, I
Hit the club make it hurricane, now
Girl pop that, pop that for ya
hundred horses
In the V.I.P portion
Cause a nigga very Important
Hopped out in some brand new Jordan's
Nigga I'm scoring
The work jumping like Jordan
Gotta
Got this mask on
Feel like babyface
Get this bag from chase
Then I'm cutting to the chase
In the club throwing ones
Couple hundred in a day
Claim
Who stole the uprock, who stole the paint?
Who stole the cypher slayers
Who buffed the train?
Who stole the mixtapes, who stole the fame?
Who stole
never thought I'd paint anything again
I decided I wasn't ever gonna paint again
It didn't bother me too much, Warhol's dead
David Hockney's still alive,
Howdy partners? Welcome to Houston, Texas
The home of the candy paint, the Houston Oilers
Whoops they're gone and suckafree
Goddammit, get on my V12
These four bitches wanna give me an orgy
You hear the horses when we runnin' these Porsches
Drop the top off it like I get sore
Come see the paint
as their fate
Happy jobs and happy clubs
And happy people they hate
Everyone's juggling and everyone's acting
With smiles of grease paint three feet
rookie
Go in your shit have your teeth playing mouth hookie
You niggas must of heard me wrong
I blame the horses when I turn the Porsche turby on
My
a Vocab/Ice Water colabo
Yeah... guns and ammo, you know me?
More ammo nigga, word up, go and do that
Aiyo, behold of the pale horse, or the nigga in
can dawg me out
Make me out, take me out
Deep south, my hood got more slack
Than eighty-eight cowboys ridin' on horse back
Top that! the Mexicans
The people come in to the club to see me rock so turn it up” it’s party”, let’s party till it’s Sunday morning,
I smoke my weed and drink my
their Phone can't have a conversation
Day by day we're becoming a more And more Godless nation
Year by year steadily driving to our Damnation
At the club
porous get a bit more and then I explore the paint
Most of these people degenerate I'm in the club for the hell of it (hell of it hell of it)
You all
me take the game by force
I don't care about awardsI
Just hop inside that Porsche
500 horse when I'm sliding thru your ward
hard in the paint like I'm
much, valet can't even park it
This is a Bentley bitch, this not a Lexus
You beat me to the club like a domestic
I came to the club and they gave me
He lit she lit we lit bitch we t'ed up in bitch walked inside a bank and kicked my feet up in that bitch walked inside the club I got my heat up in
yah really love.
Pop myself a club, with the sweetest hug.
Shut up, my ace is getting rub.
Play horse, how my dick is getting scrub.
Suck in between
throne
This some Creed, hundred dollars when I spray cologne
I don't even know you, why the fuck is you hatin' bro?
Pissed in the club, finna make
the lights on and quill near
Tour van, corpse paint, war moon
Make the bass wobble like a
Two man horse suit
Dork-proof, type to forge a sword
In his dorm room
[MJG]
You can count on this pimpin', I got them Budweiser horse women
Black mack, make a rookie divorce pimpin'
I didn't read about it, I was born
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