(Hook)
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Put a hole my nigga, that pussy poppin, that magic city
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Got the strong my nigga, that cole max, that shit with me
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Smoking mean my nigga, that don¡¯t pass that shit to me
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This one for my niggas, and bitches bout that money
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(Verse)
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Gold all in my rang, gold all in my chain
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Bad bitches give me they brains
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All my hoes so insane
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I stay smokin on them planes
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Coastin on them swings,
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Poking up them lames, I¡¯m so fly I need me some wings
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I got the baddest bitches in texas
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Brightest diamonds in my necklace
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We smoke the best, you smoke and stress
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I eat papados for breakfast
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Every line watching them texans
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We super throw I¡¯m thinking Super Bowl
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Shit I¡¯m tryina pick which coup to road
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The Camaro cold but the Rarri hoe
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1 50 on 45, 1 80 on the billway
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In the boondocks ridin in my drop
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Out where that boy pow wow stay
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I¡¯m the club king on the club scene
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50 knocks fetish a dream
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I¡¯m pulling out every week something clean
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Leaving with a bitch that you see in your dreams
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(Hook)
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Put a hole my nigga, that pussy poppin, that magic city
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Got the strong my nigga, that cole max, that shit with me
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Smoking mean my nigga, that don¡¯t pass that shit to me
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This one for my niggas, and bitches bout that money
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(Verse)
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All gold everywhere,
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Got a few different chains, I keep a spare
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New jewels every week I don¡¯t play fair
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A new slab once a year like a state fair
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Talking down catch your faith like short hair
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Perforated leather on my chair
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It¡¯s check season, quala test is treason
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You square as a cube I¡¯m so clear
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I¡¯m real, drink, sip,
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Drop a 4 in the 20 that¡¯s a Kobe Bryant
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I¡¯m a Texan wild, we a tipper
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I put the ¡®Lac on the streets and you haters got quiet
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I¡¯m watching The Rockets play the Clippers,
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From Texas to Cali like mowlin rine
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O only drive when slippin
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I got a meat scale showing nipples
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All I do is pull broads like wisdom teeth without tryin
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All I do is cover up my neck and wrist with diamonds
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I don¡¯t fuck with no boppers so don¡¯t tell me who shining
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And I don¡¯t fuck with no haters, so don¡¯t knock a man for grinding
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(Hook)
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Put a hole my nigga, that pussy poppin, that magic city
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Got the strong my nigga, that cole max, that shit with me
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Smoking mean my nigga, that don¡¯t pass that shit to me
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This one for my niggas, and bitches bout that money
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(Verse)
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This one here¡¯s for them hustlers,
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Who don¡¯t really, really, really want for nothing
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Who keep a bad bitch and keep a couple cars
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And with a side hoe know we just fucking
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She smoked my blunt then we sexin
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She smoked my blunt and we sexin
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What started out with us texting
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Lead to me getting head at the intersection
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D boss I be him, a street cat I represent that
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Hit my plug on my trampoline
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They told me I already sent the pack
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Working and it¡¯s gone, check out my watch, it cost bout a hund
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And I ain¡¯t finna break nothing down
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But I bet that I stay in my zone
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All I know is go get it,
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She called and told me come get it
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I told the bitch that I was on my grind
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But later on I¡¯ma get in her kitty
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This one here direct,
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Strip a flow, show naked
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Represent for that Houston Texas
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Check the watch, no necklace
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(Hook)
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Put a hole my nigga, that pussy poppin, that magic city
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Got the strong my nigga, that cole max, that shit with me
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Smoking mean my nigga, that don¡¯t pass that shit to me
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This one for my niggas, and bitches bout that money
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All Gold Everything (G Mix)
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