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C3, b*tch

[Intro: BeatKing]
Hol up, b*tch
Ima one take this so if I f*ck up press spacebar
Hol up

Texas Hammers

[Chorus: BeatKing]
Hood n*gga, all about my dough (hol up, b*tch)
Never ever ever let a n*gga play me like a ho (no)
Never let a b*tch hit a lick (I can't do it)
I can't give a b*tch sh*t, but she can suck a n*gga di*k, ayy (woo)
I'm from H-Town, where n*ggas jack (hol up, b*tch, ayy)
Never leave your house without your motherf*ckin strap
You just got that red, it ain't no more ac (no more [?])
Ayy, mix it with the Xans, she gon throw that pus*y back

Man, Beatking...

[Verse 1: BeatKing]
Everything I got, I got it slow (hol up)
Never asked nobody for nothing, couldn't be nobody ho, ayy
Studewood Texas, that's that north (ayy, ayy)
Money on my mind, my di*k in your ho mouth, ayy
Club Godzilla, b*tch I swoop through (skrt skrt)
Bad b*tch with me, and my coupe blue (skrt skrt)
She gon f*ck me, and my crew too
She don't need no hands like a Bluetooth (Club God)
Hold up, b*tch pop a Perc, watch what it do to me (ooh)
Cut a f*ck n*gga off, that sh*t ain't new to me (yeah)
Trunk disturbing the peace, just like Luda be
You ain't talking money, then you talking screw to me
[Chorus: BeatKing]
Hood n*gga, all about my dough (hol up, b*tch)
Never ever ever let a n*gga play me like a ho (no)
Never let a b*tch hit a lick (I can't do it)
I can't give a b*tch sh*t, but she can suck a n*gga di*k, ayy (woo)
I'm from H-Town, where n*ggas jack (hol up, b*tch, ayy)
Never leave your house without your motherf*ckin strap
You just got that red, it ain't no more ac (no more [?])
Ayy, mix it with the Xans, she gon throw that pus*y back

[Verse 2: Z-Ro]
I'm sorry, but I had to long di*k your broad
She cool, but she be grabbing on my di*k so hard
It be turning purple, she taking this sh*t so far
Johnny Dang, boy you done lit up my wrist so hard
Heard I bought a b*tch a watch, I don't recall that
Can't be Johnny Blaze, fine, I ain't gon call that
Can be a [?] red b*tch, or a tall black ho
Wifey material, [?] dog ass ho
Mo City Texas where I'm from
I never not represent my hood, I am the Mo City don
I'm a pimp, not a trick, I ain't looking for no ass
Where your purse at, b*tch, you know I'm looking for your cash

[Chorus: BeatKing]
Hood n*gga, all about my dough (hol up, b*tch)
Never ever ever let a n*gga play me like a ho (no)
Never let a b*tch hit a lick (I can't do it)
I can't give a b*tch sh*t, but she can suck a n*gga di*k, ayy (woo)
I'm from H-Town, where n*ggas jack (hol up, b*tch, ayy)
Never leave your house without your motherf*ckin strap
You just got that red, it ain't no more ac (no more [?])
Ayy, mix it with the Xans, she gon throw that pus*y back