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Cross the at the point, to this lonestar state And create drastic c's, lil' the kid make Bustin' out in the Talon to this world-wide tower Take myself and I bust, the other 9 don't matter Ain't no in Calies I used to think that was slow It's automatics that'll catch you at this Texan's do' Lifestyles Frank White, facin' Kapone Stackin' cheese, my keys, when you went through the zone Tell colleage you won't want this North sides took 9 times out of 10 I makin' it out, I it Fairy tales and riddles, cut you sweet the middle Fill in with weed to succeed how I'm to kill ya and neeyas, gangbangers and dopeslangers Pull the Southern angle glock 2-1 in the So Lisa Lee, to the who not try test us You find restless tryin' to fuck with Texas
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Feel the ill, yield the yield, Texas hands no Strapped full metal gear, makin' it loud and clear Takin' advantage, you can't manage, I'm a Southside So lay it down, or be found, as the chains of I'm askin' ya to chill, better yet try to Stackin' mills down the kilo, related for real Here's the deal, 9 to 10, I want even If I'm in you spin, here's the key to the Benz Fuck a friend in game, cause it's all about greed Tech 9, red beam, and a team Yeah close to the border so won't you put in your order Pound of weed, of water, half a chicken or quarter harder at the bottom cause we gainin' respect Might check, I select, soly connected You Ke to hate, but I set it all straight Brain or chest plate, it's the state
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