| Yo, aye look
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| 5th wheel straight hangin'
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| Grip the grain, I’m swangin'
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| It’s Texas all on my roots boy
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| Ain’t no point in me changing
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| On 45, trunk bangin'
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| From fair park to south acres
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| I hit big T’s then I hit kings
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| In the same day no playin
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| I’m whippin, I’m dippin though the great state of Texas
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| I used to rock the gold, tall t’s with a necklace
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| My car wasn’t mean but I kept that thing clean
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| Paint chip, couple dents
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| And the brakes used to scream
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| Oh well, I still gotta let that trunk knock
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| Hear me beatin down yo block
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| And my car just stopped again
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| Mayne, my gas gauge don’t work
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| I can’t tell how much gas I got man
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| Let it whip
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| I let it whip
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| I said I let it whip
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| Hold up
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| Let it whip
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| Paul Wall, baby
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| All ready
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| I pull up, trunk bumpin' like a bad shave
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| Speakers blastin' extra loud with the trunk raised
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| Four tires lookin fresher than a pair of J’s
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| Seven cars right behind me in this SLAB Parade
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| I’m a pro, I work the wood like a carpenter
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| Everybody tippin down, no bartender
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| Candy paint, make em take my picture, offered them
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| Money on my phone like a telemarketer
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| I weave the 'Lac through traffic like Malaysian hair
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| My fifth wheel bow down like it’s time for prayer
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| All speakers in the trunk, bro, no spare
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| Paint job, 10 racks for 10 thousand stares
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| Yea sir
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| Hey look yo car might be rusty
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| Your ride might be old
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| But that thing get you from A to B
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| So go and put the thing on the road
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| Mane you ain’t gotta be stuntin
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| Got a good job, a little money
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| Aye you don’t need no car note
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| You debt free and they frontin'
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| They strugglin'
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| You grateful you ain’t sittin on the bus, and
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| Got 4 wheels, I got a little bills and that’s so real, it’s 100
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| That’s factory, gon play that
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| That’s Japanese, well gon say that
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| Your leather cracked, and yo roof scratched
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| Well I’m cool with that so gon lay back
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| Don’t need a Benz and no Maybach
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| No CD player, got 8-track
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| You old school, thats yo cool
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| Don’t let nobody say jack
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| Just ride, don’t let them kill yo vibe
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| Yo air don’t work? |
| Go and let them windows down
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| And let that thing whip |