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Bitch I'm From Texas

 

Bitch I'm From Texas

(album: Tha Blackprint - 2012)


Yeah,
Kno' I'm talkin 'bout
You ain't shit if you ain't screwed up, for real

Houston, Texas home of DJ screw
You say kno' I'm saying and what it do
And if a nigga don't like it tell them bitches I rep Texas
Topless in this SLAB I come through
Elbows and Vouges, and expensive clothes
Candy paint our cars, big booties on our hoes
Got dollars in our mouth, still representing the south
With the trunk up bitch, I'm swanging fo's
I sip codeine out the Styrofoam
20-17 is the kind of grind I'm on
I ain't never love a bitch, so I ride alone
Probably why them niggas ain't on the kinda shine I'm on
Big duty trucks with the big grills
And the Cadillacs with the fifth wheel
We from the hood and we keep steel
If you try to jack you gonna get killed

I don't wear my britches tight I wear them loose
Adjuventally for all my footwear homie I got too many shoes
I'm the man in my city tell them niggas I won't lose
For Fat Pat and my nigga HAWK we still gone chunk the deuce

Find me in the hood in the city that I claim
Moving slow like the music that I best screw screwed up
Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah bitch I'm from Texas
Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah bitch I'm from Texas
Glass glass underneath beat beat my blunt
Pop pop my jewel, chain chain full of rocks
Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah bitch I'm from Texas
Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah bitch I'm from Texas

You can find me in HOUSTON, riding in
Candy dream on pocket rim with a team and her friends
Traw Tha Truth riding right behind
Two cups full and I'm on my grind
Talking dime respect my mind
I saw you boys how Texas get down
Rolex time, top let back
All my nuts 'cause I got that sack
Papered up to the roof is stack
Hoes when I hate but I don't need jack
Wear this money that's what I meant
That Texas grind is all I know
Bang and screw and drinking big mow
And space and getting that dough bro

Outside where the boss ride
Every day I go play outside
Leaving them haters my wide
Can't beat em now when they see me slide
Through the hood like I live there
Shit I got a few cribs there
I'm a G still cheer there
We barbeque and 'em ribs there
Smoke blunts and sip punch like it's lunch
Every day we do it listening to never Texas music
Heard that match for that good fluent
Find me in the hood in the city I claim
Everybody down in H Town know who we main
It ain't the choice I can't change
I'm a rip it out like I gang bang

Find me in the hood in the city that I claim
Moving slow like the music that I best screw screwed up
Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah bitch I'm from Texas
Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah bitch I'm from Texas
Glass glass underneath beat beat my blunt
Pop pop my jewel, chain chain full of rocks
Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah bitch I'm from Texas
Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah bitch I'm from Texas

I got a bad ass bitch parked outside
Yellow diamond my wrist if it's dark outside
Put a little bitch then I catch ghosts
Just a little kid from the ghetto
Never had shit but I got a little bit
When I got a couple hits under his belt
So the H truck, nigga I ain't tryna belching in
Ain't got a whole lot of money but I rob the money
I sip a whole lot of drink but I thug that money
Daddy was cool but it can't tell me nothing, no
Everybody take a nigga locked up
Done curko done he blew up
From the H Town worldwide nigga what's up

I'm from holdout the Texas let's get that straight off the top
That's where the hustling and the grindin and the hatin don't stop
On west side to the east we are hit ducking the cop
Hey coming down candy painted on their motherfuckin chops
It's the land of the trill that's where the whole thing came from
And it ain't just a word of where the rapper get his name from
It's a way of life and we live it to the fullest
4 years we represented and with blood sweat and bullets
Bitch, I'm from Texas

Find me in the hood in the city that I claim
Moving slow like the music that I best screw screwed up
Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah bitch I'm from Texas
Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah bitch I'm from Texas
Glass glass underneath beat beat my blunt
Pop pop my jewel, chain chain full of rocks
Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah bitch I'm from Texas
Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah bitch I'm from Texas

Fatto

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