Lyrics:
night
And I come here to training
And when I leave tonight
Ecoute, mon spectacle est fini some of you
Will stand by me for ever but some of you
May-be
niggas, need to know what I'm talking about
Ooh you know, it's going down tonight
So get ready, you gots to be ready
I'm out that H-Town Tex, where
and we're coming out tonight
And blood, it will flow
Ain't no prayer gonna save your souls
Come on now, come out and play
We'll cleanse your souls by howling
Still too rare to die so alive I've stood
But keep an eye on the sky cuz tonight I'm in the mood
See my star shoot thru like a drive by in '92
Just know
"What's up, it's Pickles
Leave a message"
"Hey, I'm calling you back
Ooh, she's been a bitch tonight
And by bitch, I mean this rain
No cabs,
"What's up, it's Pickles
Leave a message"
"Hey, I'm calling you back
Ooh, she's been a bitch tonight
And by bitch, I mean this rain
No cabs,
ready, tonight
We're gonna make this a night to remember
What, what, what, what, what, what
All Out
Wanna Blow
H World, come on, come on, come on,
Took me by surprise, you know you did
I guess I fought it
Was brokenhearted
For way too long
Took me a little time to change my mind
To get things
getting lonely sitting by myself
You could come and see me tonight,
Oh, you could come and see me tonight
If you're looking for a new direction,
Turn
for Owen
It's time for a change and my foundation
Can't be stopped or broken
Let me break something down for Randy
Let me roll something up for Rowdy
ready, tonight
We're gonna make this a night to remember
What, what, what, what, what, what
All Out
Wanna Blow
H World, come on, come on, come on,
S'goooo
Camp Ca$h, CC
Yeah, Ca$h Gang, swag gang, you know what I'm talking 'bout?
Aye
Ca$h Gang, fast lane had to double back
Trop World, Camp Ca$h
knows
That the road ahead looks long, it's hard for him to lift his head
Watching time passing by, time passing by
He can't stand looking onward so he
ready, tonight
We're gonna make this a night to remember
What, what, what, what, what, what
All Out
Wanna Blow
H World, come on, come on, come on,
HIG, bro, you from Houston, you need to do some H-Town shit
Cool, I told Byrd, put Beyonce on the sample
And don't get no more H-Town than this
Lit,
on the H.A.W.K
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
on the H.A.W.K
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
me?
Shut Up!
I'm being honest at least?
Mmm mall post that?
Could get some H&M jeans,
Bhag! Dude, why you being cheap?
Just say you wanna shop,
S.O.Y
Produced By: LEGGGOD
Lyrics Written By: F.A.M.E
Hook:
Bitch I'm S.T.R.3.T.C.H'er of the year
Only rich niggas in my section ova here
Bout 20
to bring heat
Junebug with the eight ball crackin' for sho
We Bout to fall in the back studio and blow
[Tray-D]
Compound locked down foundation set
So keep
And it go bezerk
That's the shit that I do fun
Are you done with me, officer
Cause I'm
In the middle of a beer run
And T-B-H
I was about to spark one
H-Town E.S.G., H-Town, going down, ooh
Oh yeah (know we talking bout)
Ay, ay
I'm out, H-Town
These niggaz, need to know what I'm talking
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
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