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Houston Still Holdin' Video (MV)




Performed By: Xicano Vega & Bad Child
Language: English
Length: 2:16
Written by: Matthew Vega




Xicano Vega & Bad Child - Houston Still Holdin' Lyrics
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Steppin' out tonight, I won't lie, I'm feelin' golden
And f*ck what y'all heard, Houston still holdin
Snakes on my feet fly as a motherf*ckin' eagle
Don't call this shit a comeback, it's the sequel
Left my snap back, tonight I'm rockin' a fedora
Movin' through the city, just me and my senora
Watch these 22's spin
I'm not Rhett Butler, bitch, but I'm gone with the wind
Hit a couple spots, a few shots, but not faded
If you my age, gettin' paid, fool, you made it
Off your ass, raise your glass, this that tequila
Open tab, have some laughs with mamacita
Steppin' out tonight, I won't lie, I'm feelin' golden
And f*ck what y'all heard, Houston still holdin
Snakes on my feet fly as a motherf*ckin' eagle
Don't call this shit a comeback, it's the sequel
Left my snap back, tonight I'm rockin' a fedora
Movin' through the city, just me and my senora
Catch us at the back of the bar
I'm not Big Moe, lil' bro, but there's purple stuff in my cigar
God as my witness, mind my business and stay out the way
Sometimes I share some game with youngsters out there catchin' plays
Streets can't compete when it comes to a lady's affection
These hoes trash, I'm only givin' my baby attention
Yeah
Smoke some, bitch
I'm gettin' high on the weed, sippin' on some drank
Fool, I'm comin' down, f*ck what you hoes think
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Steppin' out tonight, I won't lie, I'm feelin' golden
And f*ck what y'all heard, Houston still holdin
Snakes on my feet fly as a motherf*ckin' eagle
Don't call this shit a comeback, it's the sequel
Left my snap back, tonight I'm rockin' a fedora
Movin' through the city, just me and my senora
Watch these 22's spin
I'm not Rhett Butler, bitch, but I'm gone with the wind
Hit a couple spots, a few shots, but not faded
If you my age, gettin' paid, fool, you made it
Off your ass, raise your glass, this that tequila
Open tab, have some laughs with mamacita
Steppin' out tonight, I won't lie, I'm feelin' golden
And f*ck what y'all heard, Houston still holdin
Snakes on my feet fly as a motherf*ckin' eagle
Don't call this shit a comeback, it's the sequel
Left my snap back, tonight I'm rockin' a fedora
Movin' through the city, just me and my senora
Catch us at the back of the bar
I'm not Big Moe, lil' bro, but there's purple stuff in my cigar
God as my witness, mind my business and stay out the way
Sometimes I share some game with youngsters out there catchin' plays
Streets can't compete when it comes to a lady's affection
These hoes trash, I'm only givin' my baby attention
Yeah
Smoke some, bitch
I'm gettin' high on the weed, sippin' on some drank
Fool, I'm comin' down, f*ck what you hoes think
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Writer: Matthew Vega
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