Lyrics:
boppin', man
And since I met him, I ain't ran out of drank
When we leave H-Town it's in a fish tank
Glass house Chevrolet, you can see everything
Bad
Chi-town finest, world clap your hands for us one time
It's the world premiere, you don't understand though
Man we got the plan, we gon put it in your
on the beach
In Turks and Caicos eatin’ grapes
Need a mouth full of pink diamonds
That came straight from Jonny Deng
I need a crown that say H-Town
I don’t care
a three day run, bitch
Take them motherfuckin' panties off, you ain't no nun, shit
I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
Ribbon in
motherfuckin' panties off, you ain't no nun, shit
I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
Ribbon in the sky on the radio 'cause Stevie know I
since "H to the Izzo"
That's when my man Biddle stopped by with two little
Pills I could put in the bag and sell like Skittles
One for ten, fifteen for
Clap?
Y'all hear that Nolia Clap?
I'm in the Calio, you know I'm headed front of town
By Kayotic and Lil' real one, 'cause it?s going down
You see
H Town is my home
I'm a 24 inch black, Fleetwood glider
Tipping the block
They love the way the drop sit wider
Lord knows haters mad
When the left
Just when you thought it was safe to make records
The rap duo is back, it's time to start wreckin
E Double swingin high, I'm swingin low
Washin
of haze & a house full of hoes
Neck full of chains & a mouth full of gold
Rep for the gang, for the town, for the tone
Everybody want a name, fuck clout,
Listen up
Little girls gather round let me tell you all about my day
I got blown around by a big bad wolf's games
As I took a little trip to town
Hol' up
I done came down from dirty Dallas to H town
Poured up riding around with my Dodge and with my crown
I'm
H-A-R-D
I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard rock town
I gotta .357 and I break it on down
Rock the beat now that can be arranged
Yo baby you look
on the road
I get a blunt lit with you're h**
I want this big body full of smoke
They thought it was funny like I was a joke
I roll with some big dogs
the block, reup and get to the spot
When I touch down see me on that H-1
West bound and dipping across town
Free the real, let the devil have the fake ones
Slim Thug bout to clown represent H-town
If you love me you gon smile
If you hate me you gon frown
Cause me and my bosshoggs bout to ball till we fall
it down and make it clean
Take your time and make it last
I want you to want it
All I want is consent
When you're kissing my belly
Catch a whiff
still got bags full of tags we been popping out alot
Get wet up by that new super soaker, Got the bags from out the Kroger
Love when she talk to me
full by now (uh)
Feel like I coulda been healed by now
I swear I coulda been killed by now, at my own hands
But I would never go ahead and do that
damn town to get killed
It's all about the game, and nothin' else
You come out here, you better watch yourself
Cause you can wear what you want, even
Already bitch
Trunk full of yay bitch, PA to H Town nigga
Get on yo' money motherfucker
It's really goin down in the South
Sweet Jones biatch!
(Uh)
doubt these diamonds in my mouth the best shown
Well known reppin Texas finna show that I'm well blown
H Town to Vegas niggaz know that I hail chrome
of what people of this town went through at that time.
The year of 1944 saw Forlì ravaged by the bombardments of both Allies and Germans and subject
to Joseph they said, O ruler of the land, a hard time has hit us
And our family, and we have brought poor capital
So pay us full measure, and be charitable
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