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This ain’t that H Town boogie
Fuck with me though… I gotchu
I take buckshots at your ego, prettyboy don’t fuck with me
Girl let me see that eagle, I brought P-Tron and bucks with me
No chain, one suit, one tie, and a pretty girl on my arm
I ain’t from the city but I’ll take all ya’ll to where I’m from (the goddamn weed farm)
She wanna ride got her yellin’ „yee-haw,” on my Twitter like „Aw shit he raw”
Shorty wanna roll like we playing Skeeball, so we popped 4 caps and she fucked me raw
We disturbin’ the peace this Ludacris, I don’t give a fuck who your jeweler is
I been in the game I ain’t new to this but ya’ll rookie motherfuckers on stupid shit
Top blown off like moon roofs, AKA Gringo’s losin’ it
Work hard as hell cause that’s all I know and that’s word to the 3-piece suit I’m in
I’m in the business of winnin’ and takin’ they women and makin’ ’em love me then leavin’
Sorry lil’ mama, I hope we ain’t beefin’, stress is a bitch that’s the reason I’m chiefin’
'Til the judge tell me to check into treatment, 2 middle fingers to him and I mean it
Until the judge tell me to check into treatment, 2 middle fingers to him and I mean it
You talk about your future, you talk about your business
You talk about your problems, you talk about your bitches
And you say you a boss, boss, boss
Prettyboy you all talk, talk, talk (prettyboy!)
I roll up in that Gator, with a Texas boy whippin’
In a suit and tie like my state of mind but I’m gettin’ it how I’m livin’
Gotta booskie way back home but on the road I break these hoes hearts
Where you from you hot shit? Where I’m from I’m Mozart
Where I’m from I’m Bogart, mixed with a little Sinatra
I’ma rolling stone like my papa, Gringo AKA Horchata
I’ma kid with dreams to get big with things and it’s probable cause I’m proper
I’ma kid with wings who envisions scenes of me flying high like them choppers
Aw shit, my fuckin’ luck, I got locked down, I fucked it up
But now I’m back and my hustle up, hit Warren Buffett up like „what the fuck is up?”
Life’s a bitch, I stuck her up and then hit the game with that uppercut
My bros rock J’s, Lugz, and Chucks, you ain’t got no good luck with us
You talk about your future, you talk about your business
You talk about your problems, you talk about your bitches
And you say you a boss, boss, boss
Prettyboy you all talk, talk, talk (prettyboy!)
You talk about your future, you talk about your business
You talk about your problems, you talk about your bitches
But you all talk like AM radio homeboy
You looking for someone real come and fuck with me
I told ya’ll, I’m 402 reppin’ but I’m H Town sippin’
So I’m throwed
BITCH
And we outchea’
Cut the fucking track
CHURCH
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