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August Alsina
August Alsina
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Ralph Jeanty
Ralph Jeanty
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Sean McMillion
Sean McMillion
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Kortney Leveringston
Kortney Leveringston
Songwriter
Kyle Michael Stephon Morton
Kyle Michael Stephon Morton
Songwriter
August Alsina
August Alsina
Songwriter
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Ralph Jeanty
Ralph Jeanty
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Sean McMillion
Sean McMillion
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Aubrey Robinson
Aubrey Robinson
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Throw that NO up H-Town down That's for my homies That's for my rounds All that herb is really trippy Clout by the pound Keep that candy paint drippin' Chop, chop, grew it up the South Throw that NO up H-Town down (Hol' up) That's for my homies (Hol' up) That's for my rounds (Hol', hol' up) All that herb is really trippy (Mind) Clout by the pound (Hol' up) Keep that candy paint drippin' (Hol' up) Chop, chop, grew it up the South (Hol', hol' up) I got, I got, I got hoes have to battle for Out the 713 and out the 281 for sure Shout out my niggas out the 818 and 404 But it's one from my NO rounds and my Houston folk Held me down for sure Taught me to not cook when niggas get buck Dirty Sprite all in my cup Drip, drip, all down my truck Break the crack down and serve it up The ladies buss down for real niggas (Turn around) Tryna be around the trill niggas We talk slow and kill for it If you came up 'round real shit, bet you gon' feel this Throw that NO up H-Town down That's for my homies That's for my rounds All that herb is really trippy Clout by the pound Keep that candy paint drippin' Chop, chop, grew it up the South Throw that NO up (NO up) H-Town down (H-Town down) That's for my homies (Homies) That's for my rounds (Rounds) All that herb is really trippy (Mind) Clout by the pound (Hol' up) Keep that candy pain't drippin' (Drip, drip, drip) Chop, chop, grew it up the South (Hol', hol' up) Girl what you, what you, what you need (Hot, hot, hot) You want a hot boy Four hunnid degrees on the blackboard (Hot, hot, hot) You need an ice cream who can serve (Hot, hot, hot) Bend corners, never ride on the curb (Hot) Trappin' ain't easy but it's under control (Under control) Never gon' forget what you told me (No) Same girls tryna sex you up Be the main ones tryna set you up Rest in peace to Elliott I feel you look down from Heaven If you came across Mel and Shonta Let 'em know it ain't been the same since they left But I'm still alive so I'm blessed (I'm blessed) To keep buildin' and growin' Gotta keep goin', rep where I came from and you know it Throw that NO up H-Town down (H-Town down) That's for my homies (Yeah, yeah) That's for my rounds (For my rounds) All that herb is really trippy (Yeah, yeah) Clout by the pound (Clout by the pound) Keep that candy pain't drippin' (Drip, drop) Chop, chop, grew it up the South Oh, throw that NO up (NO up) H-Town down (H-Town down) That's for my homies (Homies) That's for my rounds (Rounds, rounds, rounds) All that herb is really trippy (Oh yeah) Clout by the pound (Oh yeah) Keep that candy pain't drippin' (Drip, drop) Chop, chop, grew it up the South (Hol', hol' up) Throw that NO up H-Town down That's for my homies That's for my rounds All that herb is really trippy Clout by the pound Keep that candy pain't drippin' Chop, chop, grew it up the South
Writer(s): Ralph Jeanty, Sean Mcmillion, August Anthony Alsina, Kyle Michael Morton, Kourtney Leveringson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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