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Flight at 8 o'clock, left the crib at 6: 50 Goin 120 flyin down 360 Virgin first class, booked it at the last minute One way, and the bitch cost 1050 D-F-Dub, touch down at the L-A-X Baggage claim, I got the bitches, they're at my express One was on something, she don't even give a fuck Bitch damn-near begged me to give it up Here to run it from the dick ground two some Talked all that shit didn't do nothin I'm from Dallas got a 2-1-4 numba While I'm smokin on some 3-1-0 numba Rich shit a bunch of niggas and some foreign wheelas Obviously, we not your average or your normal niggas Mention Texas, and they think about some forming niggas It's way more than some horses and some armadillos (Yea) I drive reckless, nigga (Yo) Cuz I'm from Texas, nigga (Yea) I drive reckless, nigga (Yo) Cuz I'm from Texas, nigga (Yea) I drive reckless, nigga (Why) Cuz I'm from Texas, nigga Getting money, I ain't worried bout a petty nigga First class, with the bosses and the C-E-O's M's, I need at least 33 of those A bunch of blue-faced honeys and they came fo I'm diving in these hoe's pussy like "JERONIMO" Thank Texas, everybody drink pink soda Range Rover, refrigerated cup holders Game over, leanin cuz I'm not sober Snow bunny, same color Jodie high-roller Got me swervin in a school-zone Press a button, and the whole damn roof gone Got my 4G, got the wheels on the coupe chrome That's like designer with some Michael Jordan shoes on Put me anywhere, I bet I'll do the damn thing And Imma still be rapping when the sound change Whole bottle, and I'm faded from the champagne Everybody out here fucking with my campaign (Yea) I drive reckless, nigga (Yo) Cuz I'm from Texas, nigga (Yea) I drive reckless, nigga (Yo) Cuz I'm from Texas, nigga (Yea) I drive reckless, nigga (Why) Cuz I'm from Texas, nigga Gettin money, I ain't worried bout a petty nigga (Riff Raff)
Writer(s): Dorwin Demarcus Dorrough Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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