(feat. Will-Lean, D-Gotti) Yeah that's right, Houston Texas.. [Hook] Nextel phones, and twinkie inches of chrome Million dollar homes, and players'll still moan Got the game mapped out, and Rolexes and platinum necklace Benz and Lexus, represent Houston Texas do you love it [D-Gotti] The game done changed, it's stangs we bring Five S. Cardige ring, connected with gangs Real range on death defying leapords, niggaz ain't soft Rougher than raw, shop on the Internet fuck the mall 9-9 L-Dog, top released for sixty G's Wreck streets, D-Gotti the owner for what you see It's what it be, it's under the bomb concedes me Man tone large land, and pool and concrete Running, from Federal agents with surveillance taping Five star rate, seven figga mail we making For granted we taking, but when we smash it's over Niggaz pulling out new Vipers, and stretch Range Rovers Syruped out or sober, I'm intellectually thoed Pimp pens on futon, off in my Gucci robe And all praises to my Pa with his high, cause ballers designed To hop off in my shoes, cause I'm thoed and on fire on my [Hook x2] [Will-Lean] On roam, connected with cell phones Million dollar homes, parvay with marble stones Caddy Fleet wood bromes, platinum Rolex with ice Foreigns off the lot, without checking the price To be precise boppers want when they hear, the Jag horn Creased up in Ralph Lauren, or dobbed out in Phat Farm Princess cut Clover charm, got my rocks on glare So extroadinare, it make you stop and stare Don't dare to compare, your knots to big shots That cruise on big yachts, protected like Ft. Knox V-12 dubbed out, 20 inches I pulled out Chopping and knocking, these niggaz up off the block On dots tops dropped, hogging flossing on chrome Low-Pro's Perellis on my celly, dogging the zone Holding my own playa, on top the Astro-dome Frequencies get cloned, while I'm getting my mail on on my [Hook x2] [H.A.W.K.] Of course, I'm in convertible Porshe Race horse golf course, front page of the Source Text for intercourse, with the beautiful ladies 600 Mercedes, everything's all gravy Do you feel me baby, Benz 2 triple 0 Steering wheel mo-mo, on twinkie Lorenzos Screens glow, as they fall from the ceiling Say oooh what I'm feeling, when you're playing with millions Hoes stalk me, from Texas to Milwaukee My minutes'll cost me, so hit me via walkie-talkie Alast it's iceless, cause my jewelry's so priceless One look and you're hooked, and I'll leave you sightless Accumulate dividends, with my ball-point pen Vocabulary extraordinary, sometimes hard to comprehend Lenden is what I wear, devinare soft my fair I'm known everywhere, as a seven figga playa on my [Hook x2]
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Copy to Clipboard: (feat. Will-Lean, D-Gotti) Yeah that's right, Houston Texas.. [Hook] Nextel phones, and twinkie inches of chrome Million dollar homes, and players'll still moan Got the game mapped out, and Rolexes and platinum necklace Benz and Lexus, represent Houston Texas do you love it [D-Gotti] The game done changed, it's stangs we bring Five S. Cardige ring, connected with gangs Real range on death defying leapords, niggaz ain't soft Rougher than raw, shop on the Internet fuck the mall 9-9 L-Dog, top released for sixty G's Wreck streets, D-Gotti the owner for what you see It's what it be, it's under the bomb concedes me Man tone large land, and pool and concrete Running, from Federal agents with surveillance taping Five star rate, seven figga mail we making For granted we taking, but when we smash it's over Niggaz pulling out new Vipers, and stretch Range Rovers Syruped out or sober, I'm intellectually thoed Pimp pens on futon, off in my Gucci robe And all praises to my Pa with his high, cause ballers designed To hop off in my shoes, cause I'm thoed and on fire on my [Hook x2] [Will-Lean] On roam, connected with cell phones Million dollar homes, parvay with marble stones Caddy Fleet wood bromes, platinum Rolex with ice Foreigns off the lot, without checking the price To be precise boppers want when they hear, the Jag horn Creased up in Ralph Lauren, or dobbed out in Phat Farm Princess cut Clover charm, got my rocks on glare So extroadinare, it make you stop and stare Don't dare to compare, your knots to big shots That cruise on big yachts, protected like Ft. Knox V-12 dubbed out, 20 inches I pulled out Chopping and knocking, these niggaz up off the block On dots tops dropped, hogging flossing on chrome Low-Pro's Perellis on my celly, dogging the zone Holding my own playa, on top the Astro-dome Frequencies get cloned, while I'm getting my mail on on my [Hook x2] [H.A.W.K.] Of course, I'm in convertible Porshe Race horse golf course, front page of the Source Text for intercourse, with the beautiful ladies 600 Mercedes, everything's all gravy Do you feel me baby, Benz 2 triple 0 Steering wheel mo-mo, on twinkie Lorenzos Screens glow, as they fall from the ceiling Say oooh what I'm feeling, when you're playing with millions Hoes stalk me, from Texas to Milwaukee My minutes'll cost me, so hit me via walkie-talkie Alast it's iceless, cause my jewelry's so priceless One look and you're hooked, and I'll leave you sightless Accumulate dividends, with my ball-point pen Vocabulary extraordinary, sometimes hard to comprehend Lenden is what I wear, devinare soft my fair I'm known everywhere, as a seven figga playa on my [Hook x2]
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