(Intro)
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Welcome to Texas
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3rd time
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Slim Thugger
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Paul Wall
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Mr. Rogers
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(Chorus)
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Uh, she want it, she want it
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When she see me on them swings hitting condoms
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Wutchu think? Poppin drink with Diana
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A mile gone, Styrofoam got me far gone
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Getting throwed, see me in the front now them bottles wanna roll
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Uh, mouth piece full of gold
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Shining on you haters then you hold
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Don¡¯t worry, know I¡¦
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(Verse)
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Celebration, paper chasin with no hesitation
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I¡¯m higher than a Colorado elevation
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One nation smoking killa, codeine tastin
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My cabinet got more pain killers than a cancer pacient
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One time for my home boys is gone
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It¡¯s why I¡¯m smoking, I¡¯m leanin and I¡¯m gone
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If you don¡¯t get high then I suggest you gone
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I¡¯mma smoke until it¡¯s gone
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Gone, gone, I¡¯m gone, mixed up
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I¡¯m pourin up, nothing but murr
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I¡¯m rolling up, nothing but that good buzz
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Paul Wall, bitch war, much love
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Crawling like a bug, riding with my judge, hold up
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(Chorus)
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Uh, she want it, she want it
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When she see me on them swings hitting condoms
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Wutchu think? Poppin drink with Diana
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A mile gone, Styrofoam got me far gone
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Getting throwed, see me in the front now them bottles wanna roll
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Uh, mouth piece full of gold
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Shining on you haters then you hold
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Don¡¯t worry, know I¡¦
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(Verse)
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I¡¯m leanin, sippin, got the hoes with tippin
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Keep a slap paint drippin, watch me give them boys a whippin
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When they see me pull up holling
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Chain and watches golden
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On the void I¡¯m rolling, tryna find a find I¡¯m strolling
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It¡¯s south star, better cuff yo bitches
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Or we gon send em back to your room lookin suspisious
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She bumpin out my riches, I down em by the dozen
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She said my dick delicious, yea her and your little cousin
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Drank and weed got me buzzin, swear I¡¯m close to that gurr
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I fall asleep on syrup, bumpers getting on my nerves
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She blowing up my bong, pass it by my home
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Please leave me alone, I got money on my dome
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(Chorus)
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Uh, she want it, she want it
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When she see me on them swings hitting condoms
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Wutchu think? Poppin drink with Diana
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A mile gone, Styrofoam got me far gone
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Getting throwed, see me in the front now them bottles wanna roll
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Uh, mouth piece full of gold
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Shining on you haters then you hold
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Don¡¯t worry, know I¡¦
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H Town Celebration
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Slim Thug |