Lyrics:
baby
Can't get enough too soon
Say Texas ain't no different'n
Goin' straight to Hell can be
Hey you must be a critic
Are you too blind to see…
It's
Like we mash on the gas
So if you wanna get it you
Can get it for realer
Out of high pinnacle twin identical killers
Wether we catch you in Iowa or Texas
guilty
Bailiff, take her into custody
Oh, no, not my baby
Hell naw
Next case
State vs. Velvet Jones A.K.A. Ludacris
You bein' charged with impedin' ho
of that six figure shit,
that live and die by the trigger shit,
that H-Town, P.A. Texas trill ass nigga shit.
want to fuck with me get a bigger clique,
is what I am, kilos by grams
This a stick up man, get out your car man
Only way is to survive, if my AK jam
Like Jigga, I'm standing in my B-Boy stance
Got to no trailer, you gotta move
Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia)
They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see
But they
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
your world.
I can picture you in cowboy boots,
I can picture you a country girl.
Once you give me a try
then you'll know why
you can't get enough.
folks I don't know
'Cause you keep me nice and you keep me warm
Wanna feel you on me, can't wait to get back there again
Texas sun
Texas sun
Texas
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
I'm from that dirty, dirty, you can tell by the slang
Switch a lane in the rain, it's a sudden thang
I'm so Texas like Austin, Mike Jones, I'm
thought you weren't here
Older brother (George the Poet): You… get over there. Put your hands on your head
Barney: Bro listen, listen, I didn't mean
40th: that's me yo
Clips, 11 off, bricks, get 7 off
Snow so white only thing
Missin' is seven dwarfs
Killa Cam, you know he bout it bout it
Jim Jones
Minnesota's
(George Floyd)
What we need to do,
Get the fuck out Mich-i-gan's
(Aiyana Jones)
What we need to do,
Get the fuck out Illinois,
(Laquan McDonald)
when I catch your ass home alone
Hunt you down in your mansion kill you right there by the phone
I'm in my zone where I roam your policies out dated
[Mike Jones]
Hoes these days mayne, I'm telling y'all
They scandalous baby, scandalous baby
That's why
[Lil' Bran]
I, can't, stand you
Playin' Texas hold 'em, nigga, that's just honey bun money
Hell, I don't give a damn, I ain't runnin' out of money
Nigga shank you for a hundred, keep
How did it happen?
How did it get this far?
How did it ever start?
And do you feel the same?
Mister Jones
He drive on empty, yeah
Mister Jones
a friend
that you'd get with, every now and then?
I know for a fact George had a lot of girls
spread out from state from state around the world
As long as he
move
Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia)
They tell you what they want
Show you what they want you to see
But they don't let you know
What's really
flappin your gums
Repeating some dumb shit you heard on CNN
Give me little hope my minds blown lock and load
I cant believe any narratives anymore except
flyin' high (high)
Go head, fly that thing
High, high
But fly alone
You always smokin' in the house
What if my mother comes over?
You can't get up
out to space
Selling ice cream when we are at the end
In a war between Heaven and Hell
"This is your fate, Mr jones, my dear!"
Said the Devil to dear Mr
weapon
She ask if it's true that's it's bigger in Texas
Kick in yo door get the hell on the floor
Couple of bodies don't care bout 2 more
Got bread by
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