ترانه:
Texas Call On You

feelings You know I'm leaving I know the feelings better than you You can't believe now you're on your own I've not a clue what you have done You tried to call on me What you

her a smiley face and said let's do the grown She said, lol, boy you crazy, come on Then she said, actually, you ain't gotta ask me Sent that lil' face

text ugh and you be bout them sexy drawals trust me girl you ain't got to call send me a text baby girl what you doin'?, what you got on? send it to me

sound Hitting you hard from every direction Your head and your shoulder, area your midsection dawg When the saint on the ground with his nine on line

peep you, sweep you off your feet in Cleveland I be the smoothest little nigga you can meet me But nigga you fuck with me then I'm a fuck with you Introduce

my Texas G Stayin' sucka free as I L-O-C It's Friday night Two players on a hoodrat chase You niggas can't see me and you can't see my nigga Face First

you know On your cell phone dial while you were hittin' that note Now we squeezin' it for Makin' you hit the high notes (She hittin' the high note) Makin' you

pass, nigga Don't even stop to say "Whattup", 'cos I bust for the fuck And pay some quick to light a motherfucker up Next time you stop me on your block, I hope you

from the 310, 323's, 213's you want me, you find me my mind be, unlike these MC's compton is back, we ridin with long beach where the _________ thats them call