as a calm night chillin wit some broads bout as raw as a bar fight you can't ignore me any more, the bass bumpin through tha floor make veterans feel
Lord nigga Gunz motherfuckers ain't really knowing I'm really going And feeling I'm showing that my main objective is Benz and Lexuses Cop Rolexeses, get bigot in Texases
we Nobody could outshine we Tha whole CMR, CMR family [Lil' Wayne] Look, it's little rhymecholy Legendary like Bob Marley 17 ward superstar, feel me
my mind I'm just telling you how I feel Now look, how you feel Juve? How you feel? I feel like a millionaire How you feel, baby? I feel like pocketing
a beautiful feelin' If you hate me then blow a dick 'cause it's a mutual feelin' You see I am what I am and it is what it is You'd feel how I feel,
[Talking] Bitch, I know you see us Boss Hogg Outlawz, we run the motherfucking streets H-Town Texas, you know I'm saying We got the mo'fucking city on
me, I'm the reason you lost her You be blowing up her phone, always talking reckless When she blow up my phone, I only respond with texts Like "soon as I land in Texas
their hips Even when in Texas with no gear troopin' That's when I find the baddest broads in Houston boostin' Breakdown feel the party Put your hands
hope it's good For them street niggas breakin' them bricks in the hood I write, maybe sheddin' some light My experience in hip-hop was struggle and fight
give the girl my address she live in texas like to get messed up like to tease the boys so she always got dressed up like to get in fights with the truckers
give the girl my address she lived in Texas like to get messed up like to tease the boys so she always got dressed up like to get in fights with the
don't even sound right You niggaz actin' like a broad, I don't wanna fight Nah I ain't gon' squab but I will have a gun fight We finna hit the streets
Willis, we the trillest on the mound I'm holdin' that whole South down, I know you feel us We the realest walkin' the planet Can't stand it, pass away, wanna fight
the hill), Countin' up my scrill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel Nigga, how you feel? (Nigga, how you feel?) I feel so trill (I feel so trill) Might
shit They diamonds ain't shinin' and they Rolex ain't real While I'm grippin' on the grain, sippin' lean and poppin' pills Fuck how them bitches feel
what you know now Load up your van with musicians and go south Visit Atlanta, Memphis, Tulsa, Texas Plug in the decks, check the mics, fight the wreckage
I could make a earth shake, I'm your worst mistake, between skinny dipping and Camp Crystal Lake. I feel like Rob Zombie, my thoughts are morbid, like
it's good For them street niggas breakin them bricks, in the hood I write, maybe sheddin some light My experience in hip hop, was struggle and fight