Texaco lyrics
by Chris Brown
*LYRICS FROM SNIPPETS*
Metro Boomin you want some motherf*cking more n*gga ?
Step full of alcohols, look at my jewels
Aye, I'm fresh as f*ck, I'm looking casual
Can't walk with that b*tch, why? Cause she's ran through
All grands in Benjis, I don't f*ck with semios
I'm a boss, b*tch, ain't nothin' I can hand to you
Thots come gave my dog some sandals
My dog get the b*tches, yeah more than you
You think it's WWF how my chopper slam you
You need a couple foreigns well I need a huncho
I think my nine off the Xans and I ain't talking Rondo
I need me a hoe from Brazil, a hoe from Mexico
I just passed the hoe some Kleenex, I won't bless a hoe
Want a Grammy yeah yeah, b*tch I get young and reckless hoe
Meet me at the Shell 'cause I don't f*ck with Texaco