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Big Lurch - Texas Boy lyrics
Chorus Already boy, Im from Texas boy With a fat gat to drop a nigga in seconds boy(x4) Verse Im from the land of tall buildings with hella gold teeth And that means we talking to that shit so that means it must be more beef I hits the corner on a slab rolling on gold Ds Down every back street in Dallas ducking prejudice police Because Im strapped (already) on parole (already) Walking and talking on gold (already) Macking hoes on the avenue Im be having to disappear every once in a while when they blast at you I laugh at you If you miss because you bound to die You fucking around with some niggas thats high off of formaldehyde That zude the bang, sooths the brain before I do a hit (Im already) From the land of the wet cigarettes Chorus Already boy, Im hitting heavy like a Chevy already Dont call over something real petty(x2) From the roads of yellow tape (already) Bouncing from side to side in Cadillacs and 64 Chevys Already boy, money more debated getting fatty boy Cause my papers been stacking like steady boy Im in this game heavy boy (already) Quick to cut ya with the machete boy (already) Rocking up cocaine and selling weed The devilous mischievous child, the bad seed (Ive already) Been to juvenile and to the pin (Im already) That nigga thats having the Benjamins (already boy) The joy of having major scrilla, The day that Im broke Id be that nigga thats turning into a killa (already) Chorus Verse T-E-X-A-S dirty south back up to the west These niggas dont wanna test I stay strapped with a metal vest I stay ready to ride ready to roll Flippin in my candy tart h-town d-town got em screaming already boy young gun lil ke niggas dont wanna see me world wide hard figure, radio, tv commission rich man big licks and rap fans I make hits and tow shit Do shows for 20 grand The trend setter go getter Tryna make my life better Came up in this dirty game tryna get some mo cheddar Ask that nigga big lurch, gs know thugs first Rap stars new cars gotta hit em where it hurts Its money man flipping things outta range it aint gonna never change I gets my chips and I dip cuz I got hella fame And you know we some gs getting money in the game nigga Stress free Chorus Already boy Im from Texas boy With a fat gat to drop a nigga in seconds boy (x7) Already boy |
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