Talking Texas
(专辑: Hogg Life, Vol. 2: Still Surviving - 2015)
I'm from Texas, nigga where the
Cadillac push us Bitches blowing up my phone, but I'm in the
kitchen cooking up the
work Still got bricks for the
dirt I
be on my grind, getting mine, haters hearts hurt Cause a
nigga stay shining, pulling up in some foreign Stepping out clean to the
grand Ralph Lauren Bitches on my dick cause my paper stacks tall And they see me everday in the
galeria mall Bitch I'm 6'6 tall like I
play basketball But I'm still balling, Slim Thugga never fall 15 years later paper still getting longer And a
nigga freestyle game getting stronger Used to [?] on the
corner Now I'm selling this to fiends Breaking boys off, on swangs looking clean And they looking thick, I'm talking all the
menage Got a
pitch in my penthouse give them massage Bentley in my garage, bitch I
been balling I
ain't never stopped and hell yeah the
ho's calling Stay blowing up my phone, tryna get some paper Garage full of cars, stay shiting on my neighbours When I'm pulling out clean Sipping on lean It's that boy Thugga and I'm shutting down the
scene Got a
pocket full of green and a
phone full of ho's I
be hitting Pappadeaux, lobster on my plate oh A
nigga like me eating real good and I
came from the
hood Been the
boss, mane and the
shit is understood Still gripping on wood in the
foreign Bitches ain't tripping, oh no haters I
ain't boring Roll with the
strap, got the
judge sitting close If a
nigga fuck with me he gon' get burnt like toast Cause I'm a
real G
and ain't playing games And everybody in the
streets know my motherfucking name I
putted in my work, I
putted in my time So now a G
like me sitting back to shine Looking off top floors, still close candy do's Thugga never tripping, you ho's know how we got by the
paper Fetti got a
paper green, I
ain't sticking my dick in none of you ho's giving me green You bitches better brang it, Thugga stay swanging Hit the
boulevard came through game changing Still gaining fame and I'm still gaining bucks And you bops mad at me cause I
don't give a
fuck Them niggas is some simps Bitch, we some pimps Walking in the
5th with a
motherfucking limp Popping up golden bottles Section full of models Yeah a
boss like me smash Ferrari throttles Smash Ferrari throttles, going real fast Mashing 6-10 200 on the
dash All about the
cash, hell yeah I'm getting paper And I
don't give a
fuck about no motherfucking hater R.I.P. Pimp C
niggas like me keep it trill And even when them other niggas fake, I
keep it real Ain't got no deal, I
ain't got shit for me Still getting paper, you ain't know I'm a
boss See Imma buy more paper, Imma buy more money Broke niggas better look at a
nigga funny Yeah I
got them looking sick I
took them niggas chicks And now they all mad cause they bitches on my dick BHO click and them niggas still rich Told you 15 years ago, Imma keep making hits Shot out to that J-Dawg, shot out to the
Killa Shot out Young Black I'm talking all my gorillas C-Ward served daily, all my dawgs from the
camp And we still shining like some motherfucking limps Ain't loving no tramp, bitch I
dick 'em down and deuce 'em I
ain't even tripping, hit the
boulevard and lose 'em Cruising real slow while I
sip on the
cruiser You niggas talking down, but you niggas is some losers Bitch I'm a
winner, shining since the
beginning It's that boy Thug Boss I'm still getting