[Hook x2: Kirko Bangz]
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I hold my cup up, I let my top down
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And everywhere I look they pourin' up now
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Say shout out to them Texas niggas, Texas niggas
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I do this shit for Texas, nigga
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[Verse 1: Kirko Bangz]
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Bitch, I hear ya talkin'
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You about that shit, then take that off
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Fake ass niggas gotta lay down
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Reppin' H-Town, now a nigga can't play that off
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Niggas came down to the city, stole from the city
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Hoes from the city like "play that song"
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These rap niggas know I'm the new nigga
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But no nigga gotta put Kirko on
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Bitches know I'm 'bout it, man
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Love the way that I swang that chrome
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I be all in her body man
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Every bitch that I fuck, I own
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Uh, while you be tryna marry the bitch
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Ain't tryna burn, but this money I'm tryna bury quick
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[Bridge: Kirko Bangz]
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Ooh, I'm sippin' on that purple stuff
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Ho, I ain't 'bout to pour you up
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Ooh, I'm sippin' on that purple stuff
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Nigga, I ain't 'bout to pour you up
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Z-Ro]
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When I hold my cup up, it's just like lifting weights
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Look like I'm chewin' instead of sippin' because this is an 8
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I don't want no soda, homie, I'd rather sip it straight
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I'm an OG out that screwed up clique
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King of the Ghetto, this is my name
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I be rollin' on swangers with candy black paint on 'em
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If it rain, still ain't gon' get a stain on 'em
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I'm from Texas, you can tell how I talk
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I'm from Texas, you can tell how I walk
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Six-piece wing dinner from Frenchy's
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King of the ghetto, ain't never been friendly
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Just put eleven more ounces in me
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Whenever you see me, my cup ain't empty
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So many fifteens, so many twelves, so many 6-5-9s
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I'm bangin' so hard, everybody else bangin'
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But I don't give a fuck if they park by mine
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I've got a thunder trunk
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I keep coughin' cause I smoke thunder skunk
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I've got the lightning dick, I need thunder cunt
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And I dare any one of y'all niggas to mess with Texas
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Texas gon' fuck you up
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[Hook: Kirko Bangz]
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[Verse 3: Paul Wall]
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First they steal your lighter, then they steal your style
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Fat Pat is my idol, I've got twenty bands on my smile
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Forgot to pay they homage, they just reuse and recycle
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Man, they lie so much that they don't know the truth
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But they'll swear to God on the Bible
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I don't know where they do that at
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But it damn sure ain't in Texas
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Ridin' in the 'Lac down 45, I-10 is my exit
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I do this shit for the city, swangin'
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I've got wood grain in my Leffries
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Pimp C is the greatest
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Motherfucker, talkin' down is a death wish
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Codeine is my fetish - pourin' up is a way of life
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Legend stealer, Jerome Bettis
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You punk sipper ain't drakin' it right
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8 or all, that's a day in the life
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Open trunk, and array of lights
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They used to say this was local shit
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Now everywhere drinkin' muddy Sprite
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Pour up...
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[Hook]
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[Verse 4: Slim Thug]
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I rep for Texas, nigga
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You gon' respect us, nigga
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We got ya sippin' out them white cups like Texas niggas
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Got ya shinin' diamond grills like them Texas niggas
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Rappers screwed up and chopped like them Texas niggas
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You get the message, nigga? So chop some checks up with us
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Them broads be tryna get us, cause they know we them niggas
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She love my Texas swag, and how I keep it G
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Let her roll in the slab, she wanna be seen with me
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I tell her pay that fee, it's pimpin' with me, mane
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Extended, bitch, in Texas, ain't no sippin' with me, mane
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Still drippin' candy stains, got that drink by the pane
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Cause I'm a Texas nigga, what we do Kurt Cobain
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[Hook]
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Cup Up Top Down
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| Kirko Bangz |
