Lyrics:
goodbye to myself
Old mistakes and the traits that you always hated
Leave ‘em all behind, level up and feel validated
Full well you know it’s time, know
You can find me in H-O-U-S T-O-N ridin' in
Candy trim on pokey rims with
A ten and her friends
Trae the Truth ridin' right behind
Two cups full and I'm
like crazy
Every time melihat yg sexy
Yang naughty, Yang b****y
Rasanya ingin memiliki
Dari pahanya, ampe dadanya
Membuat hatiku pun bertanya
This
homie
Where you riding slab so your partners watch for me
Who is this if you ain’t from here then move around
Bone hard baby rep for life that H town
I
hatas can't fade
Riding thick like a parade, shutting all blocks down
Bout to show the whole world, how that H-Town clown
[H.A.W.K.]
Make way, for
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
He said im the object of his affection
I get all his time love money and affection
Pick me up anytime, you could me my luva
Maybe we could go away
Sound booth, rented Lambo, you can say that
Took my money, built a studio, and took the Range back
H-Town to Atlanta, country 'bama, MC Hammer
Boy, we
Well, this song is dedicated to one of the biggest hoes I've ever seen
I mean, she puts the H-O in hoe
Yeah, she puts the hoe in hometown
Every time
pretty hot
'Cause he knowin that Tecca Ninna's a dirty chopper
He's handle, holmes, here's a handful
How in the hell he hovering having hella go H
pimpin' on Vogues (already)
VA to H-Town yeah you already know
Choppin' on blades so amazin' (already)
Look at them boy's teeth, that's crazy (already)
I do it for my Mexicans
I do it for them H-Town boys sippin' that medicine
I do it for G-Town 'cause I know them G's down
Kill 'em all like Rambo I
foul walk around all the time
With a gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes
Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go niggas
Scared straight, but fuck
Riding round town with a wood on my lips
Bet I shoot my shot like I gotta full clip
Most these niggas ain't talking bout shit
So I light my stick
on the bop, (too wet get the mop)
H-town vibes, 263, Hometown Chilling
Stakes I'm grilling, Mellanin Dripping
Smoking I'm trippy, the hookah, the shawty
brand new bikes
So we can ride around town like Tina and Ike
I'ma shine till I die nigga
We worldwide everybody know Ca$h Money ride or die nigga
the club
cause ATL and M-Town
Blowing all the smoke
what u waitin what u waitin fo
beat that p***y
let me see it let me see it h*e
i aint playin
i aint
hear it clear
You dumb as fuck
You fucked it up
By just starting
You lazy
You starving
Ain't grinding
You finding
Excuses
For lack of time
You
let's get em
You know what time it is, H-Town stand up you know who I am
[Hook]
Said it then I meant it, (I'm the realest nigga in it)
Said it then I
bone looking real slick
Red colored hair with a full lips
Thanking on the times at the Philbrook by the tulips
Holding hands taking walks at the turkey
I'm in the middle of the jungle
Liberty Road
They pushin' O's by the bundles
Pimpin' these hoes on this and that
Tryna get 'em a check
H Town
Airs (check)
Mean bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
All I need
That new coupe (got
Airs (check)
Mean bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
All I need
That new coupe (got
the racks in the safe
Call me Apollo how I bring the base
Angels, demons
Diamonds, freezing
H-Town, leaning
Tell me what do you believe in
Angels, demons
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