Lyrics:
Hoochies pop their coochies and slap their hips
Even when in Texas with no gear troopin'
That's when I find the baddest broads in Houston boostin'
'm digging up old remains
I left Florida
And watched all my dreams die
I came to Texas on a drive by
Now I like my Florida water
And my Texas tea
But it's time
to perfect shawty treat me like I'm god
Told her I was only human imma die inside this loft
Said the nights with me are worth it it don't matter what's
I ain't gonna talk much on this one
I'ma get straight to the point
It's the Return of the Rebel hoe
Legendary by far this is why
Been gone for a year
tell by how I choose my hoes
When it gets to swangin' on the curb, you might lose ya toes
Dedicated to the slab (slab), the dunks (dunks), the drops
My fascination with things when I was younger
Curiosity blossomed, still moving with caution
Exploring my options
Who you wanna be? Watchu wanna do
Did a big old abortion tour. I'm just, I just got back from the road. I'm doing like these like abortion shows in Texas and Louisiana where there are
Fresh is the best at beats
I feel like when you hear this shit you goin' feel like me
Hook: (B.G. and Juvenile)
Nigga fuck you, I feel just like you (3x)
freight train goin' so fast
Please don't tell them which train I'm on
So they won't know which route I've gone
When I die just bury me deep
Down
train, freight train goin' so fast
Please don't tell them which train I'm on
So they won't know which route I've gone
When I die just bury me deep
out your attire
I got a stick with the pliers (Grippin')
I keep that arm by my side like Egyptian
Fuckin' with me is like fucking with heat
Niggas wanna
a hatchery
Fucking on you when I didn't own a mattress
Working on the way to make it out of Texas
Every night
I've been baby, I've been hoping for my night
assassinated, castles all crumble
Forever lives the legend of a poet who is humble
Words to live by, now I die by a strange code
About to kill this verse, they
I'm a hill country Texas rapper
And everything is what I'm coming after
Gimme the crown and gimme the throne
Cause that's what the fuck I'm sitting
Ayy, when I step up in the stu Ain't a goddamn thing anybody can do
Man, I always spit the truth I don't need to bring the proof
I got the recipe
it when I am a little shy
Never wanna be without you in this life
Never wanna leave, girl I stand by your side
Never be ashamed that I got you by my
And till I die, till I crash
Imma live it to the last
Cause when the sun rises my time will be long past
Carpe diem
By now I grew up tall
From the floor up
imitating Killa Kyleon]
Run it, hey
Lookin at the game, it's like I need some more spitters
When they sayin lyricist they only sayin four niggaz (run it)
I don't want to die and go on off to paradise
There are more fun places here that I can patronize
And you my friend aren't born again
You're dead
I'm still alive
By Grace God
Been spared the rod
Always felt lil bit kinda odd
When I looked past the fashod
Could see in my eyes
The many faces
ready to die in the ride
I wish the summer's vibe could've lasted forever
To bad we had to have a change in that weather.. that shit was beautiful
falls, over the streets
It's gettin' dark, Bill calls, he's been beat
Round up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat
And when it's over, all I want is
them naked by the pool got her getting topless
When I pull up to the scene you know them bitches bopping
I'm a player baby I got plenty options
Hating
Pimp C]
Smoke somethin', bitch!
A trademark (trademark), know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Young Pimp, know what we doin'? (Texas!)
[Chorus: Pimp C]
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