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Paint drippin' Wood grain grippin' I said... Lane switchin' Bet your girl missin' I said... Whatchu know about them 84's poking out Southern raised Texas boys we showing out Paint drippin' Wood grain grippin' I said... Lane switchin' Bet your girl missin' I said... Whatchu know about them 84's poking out Southern raised Texas boys we showing out Fo fo's I'm tippin' wood graining I'm grippin' Catch me lane switchin' with the paint drippin' Turn your neck your dame missin' Lou CharLe$ I ain't different, I came up on that H-Town That DJ Screw, that ABN, that Boss Hawg, and that Swishahouse Woah... born in the Land of the Trill Hands catch splinters when whippin' the wheel Boppers love my star studded appeal Slamming on haters my first name Shaquille Most of y'all a run of the mill, I'm running the gamut Ain't take what was handed I used my advantage to climb up the standings Cuz winning like this don't happen by random Woah Bad lil broad she love me yeah Probably cuz the money keep coming my way Took the top off like Jenna J Sliding on candy down the interstate Trunk got kickers like MMA Riding my way let me innovate Breathe of fresh air let it ventilate Texas boy til I'm in the grave Paint drippin' Wood grain grippin' I said... Lane switchin' Bet your girl missin' I said... Whatchu know about them 84's poking out Southern raised Texas boys we showing out Paint drippin' Wood grain grippin' I said... Lane switchin' Bet your girl missin' I said... Whatchu know about them 84's poking out Southern raised Texas boys we showing out Whatchu know about fo tippin' Break 'em off act so ignorant Slow crawl Big Moe sippin' If you aint on fo's you insignificant Texas Made we chasing Benjamin's Breaking off by standing citizens Threat of me breaking you off is imminent I'm out here getting it From that T-E-X-A-S Oh yes I stay fresh Number one my slab the best And it's over stood no guess Got two TV's in the head rest That's me in the red CT6 Starlights come on when I press And my fifth wheel pray that's why I'm blessed My candy paint drip left a puddle 91 Fleetwood inside butter Still bang Screw my trunk stutter Slab God I'm none other Trunk pop but I'm no sucker Eat these slabs up like they supper Gotta whole yard full of more than a couple Cuz I handle my business and stack up my ruffles Paint drippin' Wood grain grippin' I said... Lane switchin' Bet your girl missin' I said... Whatchu know about them 84's poking out Southern raised Texas boys we showing out Paint drippin' Wood grain grippin' I said... Lane switchin' Bet your girl missin' I said... Whatchu know about them 84's poking out Southern raised Texas boys we showing out
Writer(s): Dylan Kusch, Luther Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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