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We From Texas

We From Texas

(альбом: LGND - 2022)

[Lil Keke:]
Pay attention, nigga: Texas is here, ain't no stunting
Hunting money for the rest of the year
S.U.C., Don Ke, now the pressure is near
I like it glossy, nigga; tell 'em extra coats of clear

Hell yeah, chandelier from the neck to the ear, top tier
Got them haters out here walking in fear, that's what it is
I'm from Houston, nigga: simple and plain, not a stain
And this SLAB shit run in my vein, hall of fame, nigga: welcome to the Lone Star state check the plate

I got Texas in my veins, my game is Texas pride
Yeah, the hustlers at the table, now Texas is outside, nigga
The trill is back, we taking off
Catch me living like a legend and moving just like a boss

[Slim Thug:]
Texas tatted on my arm, Houston tatted on my back
But way before the tats, Thugga been repping that
That's facts; and this underground, I got a lot of plaques
That's cars for these Texas boys, better check the stats

Still holding, beating up every road I'm rolling
Thirteen cars: hell nah, none stolen
We some living legends, yeah, we moving like a boss
20-plus in the game and still ain't fell off

[Sauce Walka:]
I'm from Texas, [?] and Rolexes what we was wearing
Diamond teeth when you was just buying a necklace
Where everybody plug is they uncle or a Mexican
Where they pour medicine to fight they pain when they stressing

To make it out the pen in my state: that's a blessing
You graduate to Huntsville from selling weight: that's a lesson
Where you might end up with four kids from all these girls out here dressing all they booties fat
Slant line, all the Buicks matte: yeah, I'm from Texas where the stadiums like our cars; all the roofs detached (Oowee)

[Lil Keke:]
I got Texas in my veins, my game is Texas pride
Yeah, the hustlers at the table, now Texas is outside, nigga
The trill is back, we taking off
Catch me living like a legend and moving just like a boss

[Z-Ro:]
Boss
Boss

Uh, I'm living just like a boss
My shit look like an elementary, it don't look like a house
Shit look like chandeliers, that shit don't look like our mouths
They come here and bite our shit, that's why they shit sound like the South

Really counted a million, you know how long it took me
I'm an H-Town legend, gone take a little more to book me
I used to stand on [?] me a cookie
I don't sell that shit no more, though, I got something to say

Used to chase money, now it chase me like I'm running away
And can't talk to me, no one, unless they got something to pay
Don't get it twisted: I'm still me, I'll punch someone in the face
I got a bodyguard now, they right behind me while I'm walking

I got Texas in my veins, you hear the size when I'm talking
Robert Davis, Chad Butler, Kenneth Moore, and John Hawkins
Them my niggas and I miss 'em, and I think about 'em often
For them I keep going hard; my hustle will never soften
It's the South

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