Trae Tha Truth - I'm From Texas (Feat. Z-Ro, Kirko Bangz, Bun B, Slim Thug, & Paul Wall) | Текст песни

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• I'm From Texas (Feat. Z-Ro, Kirko Bangz, Bun B, Slim Thug, & Paul Wall)

yeah , know what im talkin bout
You ain’t shit if you ain’t screw'd up
Fo real

Houston,Texas home of DJ Screw
we say kno wat im sayin and wat it do
and if a nigga don’t like it to the bitches I rep Texas topless in this slab I I comin through
elbows an flo's and expensive clothes,
candy paint our cars, and big booty hoes,
With a still representin the south truck of beats swinging through
my zip code deem that styrofoam
20-70 if i kind grind the on
I ain’t never bitch been so i ride alone
Probably while the niggas ain’t come the shine em all
Big dually trucks with the big grill
And the cadillacs with the fifth wheel
We from the hood and we keep still
If you try to jack you gonna get killed
I don’t wear my prettiest tight i wear them lose
Activately for all my foot where homie i got too many shoes
I’m the man in my city tell them niggas i won’t lose
..my nigga always we gonna talk the..

[Hook]
Find me in the hood in the city that i claim
Moving slow like a music that i best best screw it up
Bitch i’m from texas, yeah bitch i’m from texas
Bitch i’m from texas, yeah bitch i’m from texas
Glass glass underneath beat beat my..
About my..chain chain full of rocks
Bitch i’m from texas, yeah bitch i’m from texas
Bitch i’m from texas, yeah bitch i’m from texas

You can find me in H-o-u-s-t-o-n,
riding in candy trim on pokin rims
wit a 10 and her friends
Trae the truth ridin right behind
Two cups full and i’m on my grind
Talking dime respect my mind
i show you how dem Texas get down
Rolex time, top let back
all my nuts' cause i got that stack
Paper up to the roof its stack
Hoes wanna hate but it don’t mean jack
Wear this money that’s where im at
They Texas grind thats all i know
Bang and screw and drinking big moe
And basically getting that dough

North side where da boss ride
Every day i go play outside
Leavin them haters mouth wide
Can’t beat em now when they see me slide
Through the hood like i live there
Shit i got a few cribs there
I’m a g still chill there
We barbeque dem ribs there
Smoke blunts and sip punch like it’s lunch
Every day we do it listen to nothin but Texas music
perfect match for that good fluid
find me in the hood in the city I claim
Everybody down the H town know me man
It ain’t a choice i can’t change
I’ma rep tha north like i gang bang

[Hook]
Find me in the hood in the city that i claim
Moving slow like a music that i best best screw it up
Bitch i’m from texas, yeah bitch i’m from texas
Bitch i’m from texas, yeah bitch i’m from texas
Glass glass underneath beat beat my..
About my..chain chain full of rocks
Bitch i’m from texas, yeah bitch i’m from texas
Bitch i’m from texas, yeah bitch i’m from texas

I got a bad ass bitch park outside
Yellow diam in my wrist if this dark outside
Just a little bitch then i catch ghost
Just a little kid from the ghetto
Never had shit but i got a little bit
When i got a couple hits under his belt
Throw da H..nigga i ain’t tyrin to blech or nothing
Ain’t got a whole lot of money but i got wealthy money I sip a whole lot of drink but i healthy mommy,
daddy was cool but he can’t tell me nothing, naw Everybody think a nigga locked up
young kirko he done blew up
From the h town world wide nigga what’s up

I’m from Port Author,Texas let’s get that straight off the top
That’s where the hustling and the grindin and the hatin don’t stop
On west side to the east we out here duckin the cop coming down candy painted on the mother fuckin chop it's the land of the trill that’s where the whole thing came from
it aint a just word or where i rapper get

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