Now I might sip it straight like I'm Texas made
I ain't cough in a couple days
I don't hit no bitch back
Cause my main make sure I stay laid
How would I hop on this track and not shout out DatBoyGrave
Rest In Peace to Alex, Pouring lean out on that boy grave
Shout out Texas
Shout out Houston
Shout out 713
You know how the f*ck we Vomin'
Yuh
Villain Shit
Aye, Aye
Now I might sip it straight like I'm Texas made
I ain't cough in a couple days
I don't hit no bitch back
Cause my main make sure I stay laid
How would I hop on this track and not shout out DatBoyGrave
Rest In Peace to Alex, Pouring lean out on that boy grave
Now I might smoke me up an eighth
Walk inside and drop a deuce (Wock, wock)
Brush the haters off my shoulders
Walk outside chuck up the deuce
Why these hoes be out here flexin' like they pussy aint that loose
Lil hoe I bet my shoes be tighter than your f*cking cooch
Okay your man listen to K.DOT once and now he think he woke
Talkin' down I think he broke
Hold my blunt like we want smoke
Aye Kid Sav tell me why these niggas thinking they my bro
They just mad
Tell these lames they need to quit acting like some hoes
Running laps around these kids
They still running into place
Overlap them once again
Now they sorry in second place
I got sauce I got taste
I don't blame them why they hate
Y'all can't hop up in MySpace
Like you were never my TOP 8
EmanTheVillain - Souf for YA Mouf Lyrics
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Now I might sip it straight like I'm Texas made
I ain't cough in a couple days
I don't hit no bitch back
Cause my main make sure I stay laid
How would I hop on this track and not shout out DatBoyGrave
Rest In Peace to Alex, Pouring lean out on that boy grave
Shout out Texas
Shout out Houston
Shout out 713
You know how the f*ck we Vomin'
Yuh
Villain Shit
Aye, Aye
Now I might sip it straight like I'm Texas made
I ain't cough in a couple days
I don't hit no bitch back
Cause my main make sure I stay laid
How would I hop on this track and not shout out DatBoyGrave
Rest In Peace to Alex, Pouring lean out on that boy grave
Now I might smoke me up an eighth
Walk inside and drop a deuce (Wock, wock)
Brush the haters off my shoulders
Walk outside chuck up the deuce
Why these hoes be out here flexin' like they pussy aint that loose
Lil hoe I bet my shoes be tighter than your f*cking cooch
Okay your man listen to K.DOT once and now he think he woke
Talkin' down I think he broke
Hold my blunt like we want smoke
Aye Kid Sav tell me why these niggas thinking they my bro
They just mad
Tell these lames they need to quit acting like some hoes
Running laps around these kids
They still running into place
Overlap them once again
Now they sorry in second place
I got sauce I got taste
I don't blame them why they hate
Y'all can't hop up in MySpace
Like you were never my TOP 8
I ain't cough in a couple days
I don't hit no bitch back
Cause my main make sure I stay laid
How would I hop on this track and not shout out DatBoyGrave
Rest In Peace to Alex, Pouring lean out on that boy grave
Shout out Texas
Shout out Houston
Shout out 713
You know how the f*ck we Vomin'
Yuh
Villain Shit
Aye, Aye
Now I might sip it straight like I'm Texas made
I ain't cough in a couple days
I don't hit no bitch back
Cause my main make sure I stay laid
How would I hop on this track and not shout out DatBoyGrave
Rest In Peace to Alex, Pouring lean out on that boy grave
Now I might smoke me up an eighth
Walk inside and drop a deuce (Wock, wock)
Brush the haters off my shoulders
Walk outside chuck up the deuce
Why these hoes be out here flexin' like they pussy aint that loose
Lil hoe I bet my shoes be tighter than your f*cking cooch
Okay your man listen to K.DOT once and now he think he woke
Talkin' down I think he broke
Hold my blunt like we want smoke
Aye Kid Sav tell me why these niggas thinking they my bro
They just mad
Tell these lames they need to quit acting like some hoes
Running laps around these kids
They still running into place
Overlap them once again
Now they sorry in second place
I got sauce I got taste
I don't blame them why they hate
Y'all can't hop up in MySpace
Like you were never my TOP 8
Writer: Emmanuel Reyes
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid