(Intro)
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Wussup Willy?
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Show me Mr. Rogers
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Meeting with H Town¡¯s finest
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Yall see
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Some things don¡¯t need to be said, they already understood
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Slim Thug, Kirko Bangz, Paul Wall
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My lil homey
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Fat Boy Jake
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(Bridge)
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I step up on the scene with a pocket full of green
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When them haters look at me, I got my mug on me
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And I ain¡¯t gotta say a thing, they already know that I be
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The H Town¡¯s finest
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(Hook)
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Wutchu know about this?
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(Wutchu know about this, bout this?)
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Wutchu know about that?
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(Wutchu know about that, bout that?)
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Wutchu know about this?
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(Wutchu know about this, bout this?)
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Wutchu know about that?
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(Let em know)
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By tomorrow we gon top that
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(Verse)
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This h Town¡¯s finest, call me your highness
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Still prime time, feel like Dian ¡¯89-ish
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Walk up in that 5th, bitches follow like Twitter
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If I say I want er best believe I¡¯mma get er
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Split er like a garr if I get er in my car
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Got a pat down town, she ain¡¯t gotta drive far
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They thinkin I¡¯m a star, they wanna take pictures
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Broke niggas hustle cuz they love you when you¡¯re richer
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That¡¯s molly in them bottles, put aside for them models
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Talk like the motto, bitch forks on my throttle
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Get it out the lot and I got H Town¡¯s finest
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Ass so fat, but her front better than her behind yea
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Still shinin, still ain¡¯t went platinum
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But I¡¯m still stackin mills, still whip the rappin
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Wutchu know about this, bout that?
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Everything the boss say he already got, that¡¯s that
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(Bridge)
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I step up on the scene with a pocket full of green
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When them haters look at me, I got my mug on me
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And I ain¡¯t gotta say a thing, they already know that I be
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The H Town¡¯s finest
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(Hook)
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Wutchu know about this?
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(Wutchu know about this, bout this?)
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Wutchu know about that?
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(Wutchu know about that, bout that?)
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Wutchu know about this?
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(Wutchu know about this, bout this?)
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Wutchu know about that?
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By tomorrow we gon top that
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(Verse)
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Wutchu know bout this young nigga?
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This young nigga, I¡¯m done with him
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Making that cash money baby
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But I swear these hoes, can¡¯t stunt with em
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Once a little nigga one time
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If I hit the ho like one time
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Swear the bitch gon fall in love
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Fall on my dick, never on my mind
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Runnin round with my niggas, I done had thoughts of them triggers
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But I ain¡¯t even gon talk about em
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What a nigga got, my nigga
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I¡¯m in the city, boy I¡¯m in my city
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Cuz I fuck the finest my nigga
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I¡¯m in the city, Clyde in my city
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My whip glide my nigga
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Pull around them corners (pull around them corners)
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All I do is get hoes nigga, I¡¯m lookin like the doner
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In H Town I¡¯m the fuckin truth
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Nigga lookin flight French on er
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In the strip club, I thought plenty money
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Throw plenty money, I¡¯m a loaner
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Yo main bitch get tossed up
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Young nigga then bossed up
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Hog life, that hog life
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I¡¯m a sick nigga, don¡¯t cough up
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I pay the cost of the cost white but that cool 90 don¡¯t cost up
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I bust between your main bitch teeth
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Do anything to make her floss up
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(Bridge)
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I step up on the scene with a pocket full of green
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When them haters look at me, I got my mug on me
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And I ain¡¯t gotta say a thing, they already know that I be
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The H Town¡¯s finest
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(Hook)
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Wutchu know about this?
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(Wutchu know about this, bout this?)
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Wutchu know about that?
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(Wutchu know about that, bout that?)
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Wutchu know about this?
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(Wutchu know about this, bout this?)
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Wutchu know about that?
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By tomorrow we gon top that
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(Verse)
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Wutchu know about swinging dime?
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The boulevard on full
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Cadillac on vou, G8¡¯s off low
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That Texas shit, them out of towners don¡¯t understand how we hold
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But they don¡¯t know about nothing
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All they know is what we told em
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I¡¯m swinging like a bumper car the way that style be floatin
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Them haters look disgusted when I pull up like a buckle
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That double cuppin, top back
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Bitch I¡¯m bout that bread
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My destination is Ben Franklin so fuck you and yo slap the head
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I got partners I¡¯mma deal so I¡¯m sometimes on the edge
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This one here for Robert B, I got partners in the fed
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I got drugs and so my mans
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I¡¯m a south-west turnin heads
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They talkin |