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Verse 1
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like
Verse 2
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And fell in love
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Trunk turn flip, like a acrobat
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I woke
Verse 3
But the Cadillac
24's hittin switches,
Trae flipping through the hood
Like I'm running through a maze
two freaks in the back
I'm MVP stats
Cause I'm good with the gat
15's banging,
like I'm battle of the bands
And the trunk read Trae
So they know that I'm the man
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Me Paul Wall, in a slab out of Texas
With something in the clip
That'll get rid of the plexing
Verse 4
It's on a switch,
it's the truth for real
Scraping the back down
These Southwest streets
Got a few teeth in the grill, loose for real
Big pumps,
two to the front one to the back
One wheel in the air, gliding like that
Three O- 7, rebuilt without chrome
Hundred spoke Daytons, with the
Next week
I'm in some'ing from the
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Lowrider book
I'mma show these motherfuckers
How a lowrider look hit a
Will get your lowrider took
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Fleetwoods, El- Dogs Sedan DeVilles
always equipped with handy steel
and got em standing still
Interlude 1
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Verse 5
focused,
always smoking
If I find out, that shit be potent
here, sucking my dick
me, that child support
trying to make it rich
Way in the fucking back
to the Hotel room
you can hear that boom
take this chewing
Verse 6
we snort that blow
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Take me big gulp, full of that drank
Now I'm high, don't know what to think
Closed up my foreign do's
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do's
Fish tank, lit up in the glass box
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But I had to put, the toy fish in it
Cause the real ones died
Interlude 2
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Verse 7
22 inch chrome, bags popped up
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Diamonds in our mouth, cash stocked up
Ice game six,
Fifth let back, but the trunk moved on
With the six 12's on
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19 in the game, only love for my Lac
Never loving a dame, swang to the left
Trying to take mine
Like I'm hugging the lane
Roach ass hoes,
Representing for the South,
Verse 8
24 inch black, Fleetwood glider
They love the way the drop sit wider
Call it what you want
But the Lac stay way liver
with the trunk up
With the beat pumped up
the front jump up
Roam that'll get you lumped up
Throwed wardrobe,
by my bed son of a bastard
Trae got that mastered
way flyer than NASA
Iced out grills, and the wood grain
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grippers
Riding for the hood,
Cadillac tight whippers
Verse 9
Heads turn, when they see me floss
Scooped up Trae, on a sunny day
Holla at Jay'Ton, and my boy Lil' Boss
Cause the swangas poking
And the blades stay chopping
Beat the case, but the FEDs still watching
In the Fed- Ex truck
Dropped the top, if the sun on shine
Down here in H Town, it go down
Swangas and vogues, with
a trunk that crack
Outro 1
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