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Texas Boy
Hip-Hop/Rap
Texas Boy was released on December 4, 2020 by D.V.US ENT as a part of the album Toxic
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AlbumToxic
Release DateDecember 4, 2020
LabelD.V.US ENT
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM130

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corde Burns
Corde Burns
Songwriter

Lyrics

(DVUS Texas ****)
What the fuck you say about my momma
I don't want any trouble just get out
You talking shit
Every time I come in this motherfucker you got something to say
Yuh
Aye, yeah
C4, aye
Texas boys and you know that we strapped
Standing ovation he play and get clapped up
Body bag like a condom he wrapped
Hell nah you ain't gang you ain't getting no dap up
Fuck tipping 44's, **** that’s what we tote
Play with the gang it’s a wrap like a bow
Ride through the Murda got tats on my throat
Might see me alone but I keep me a, hollup
I’m riding alone but I keep me a pole
Think I’m a lick and I’m wiping his nose
Ain't for the attention I’m keeping it low
This bitch on my hip gone blow, C4
Never alone because I keep me a blick
My kinfolk a blood and my cousin a crip
We dressed in all black, I fancy the drip
He stalking my page, but so is his bitch
Ride through the Cliff with a Glock 17
**** we T'd, we up in Big T's
Taking from me, shit he think it’s a breeze
Ran through his pockets left him at the scene
Chasing this money like doing some cardio
Step on they heads, Luigi and Mario
**** diss me and get whooped for some audio
Play with my family better tell yours adios
Left hook, hit him, liver, body blows
She gone, eat the, dick, sloppy joe
Tatted, like, Tunchi, Hollygrove
Shoot a, ****, till his, body gone
Down south **** with some mean ass kinfolk
**** gone wack me, **** should'a been blown
Y’all rookies to the same old shit that we been on
Your bitch wanna fuck, but I put her in the friend zone
Choppa beat his chest, gorilla, ape time
Whack me a ****, flee, state lines
You saving these hoes, hero, cape time
She gone let me clap ****, all I did was FaceTime
Say he want beef, well **** it’s up then
Gang around me, ain't nothing gone touch them
Chalked that boy hop scotch **** jump in
Stand over his body until it click, **** fuck him
Written by: Corde Burns
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