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Texas Love I got more hoes than Kanye West clothes These bitches swallowin' and jumping like a fuckin' toad Wanna kiss your body, it's a lot, but hey Ms. Jackson Bae don't worry bout em I got 'em woah Fendi with Prada, need no stylists I dress clothes Dressing in style and Pat Rileys I'mma let you ride it while I bite it Aye baby can we lay up, can we lay up Black ni*** at the court counter there with a mink coat on Got a fat ass and some D cups on Call her at Popeyes, we can link up later on Nigga aired out the spot now we can't link later on I just want to flirt with you, want to flirt with you ya Took it straight from a boy Now I don't know what to do with you ya I don't care what y'all think ni*** just do you aye I was teachin' my dawg like I was Blues Clues aye I just picked a 40 up on the back end Got lil mama in the room running back in I just popped a molly now I'm going back in No features I don't do features I don't like leeches and I done had enough of these leakers yea If Texas love was a drug (You'd belong to me) If Texas love was a drug (You'd belong to me) If Texas, Texas, Texas was a drug If Texas, Texas, Texas was a drug, drug, drug, drug, drug Drug, drug, drug I gahdamn Sell the f*** out I mean I wouldn't be able to keep a pack You know what I'm saying How you digg that You can take a ride through the lime light I can take a ride through the wild life I can kick game like the Pied Piper YSL Denzel sniper Hundred bands in the damn Bible I got a hundred bodies and they all idols I first heard that they all 'bout it But these niggas ain't even fightas And these niggas ain't even buyers I heard they leasing everything they ridin' in And all they kids passed out in the play pen Made a million dollars I'm amazing They was popping collars I was patient That's a massive foul ni*** flagrant Got on hella chains like a slave bitch And I'm at it never comtemplatin' Nigga gripping tan up the damn street R.I.P. to Bankroll Fresh street Niggas ridin' tan up the S40 The Maserati like the Kash Doll When the drought come bring them bags out I'm in LA bring the plaid out Put the monkey bitches lookin' sad out Watch a rich ni*** issue cash out If Texas love was a drug (You'd belong to me) If Texas love was a drug (You'd belong to me) If Texas, Texas, Texas was a drug If Texas, Texas, Texas was a drug, drug, drug, drug, drug I said if Texas love was a drug I would never give it up I would do a hundred year 'bout it Long as it get me right Long as it get me round I'mma burn the house down If Texas was a drug If Texas showed the love I meant, they showed love so if Texas was a drug I'd never never share I want it all in my belly I wan it all in my neck I want it all in my hair I want it all on my bae I want it all in my spot I want it all in the mansion I want to f*** on your thot Your baby momma at the spot You was tripping cause I had your baby momma at the spot She was with my hoe though ni***
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