Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm Throwed, artist - Paul Wall.
Date of issue: 03.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I'm Throwed |
When I’m on that beat, I’m a beast, I ain’t never came weak |
Got a mouth full of diamonds you can hardly hear me speak |
Specially when it sound like this, this |
It’s the H-Town baby and you know what it is |
I’m throwed |
Got a styrofoam cup full o' barre |
I’m throwed |
Four deep in my old school car |
I’m throwed |
Chokin' Cali while I’m bangin' the Screw |
It’s the Ice Man baby and you know what it do |
I’m throwed |
Fresher than a fruit bowl |
Leanin' like a gas gauge |
Straight up off the dome |
Freestylin' like hair braids |
Makin' that candy dance |
I’m throwed off the Cali plants |
I’m prancin' on the scene crawlin' down like fire ants |
My mind in a trance |
I’m sharper than starched pants |
Stackin' Franklins and Grants from South Bank to Spring Branch |
I’m posted like a stamp with my mind on cash |
I’m wheel grippin' and still tippin' brandy wine on glass |
I got a screen in the dash |
A quarter-tank full of gas |
Smokin' that puff puff pass |
Throwed I hope I don’t crash |
Reppin' that Swisha Blast, so I’m flyer than a mockin' bird |
Throwed in the mode, game cold as a iceberg, baby |
When I’m on that beat, I’m a beast, I ain’t never came weak |
Got a mouth full of diamonds you can hardly hear me speak |
Specially when it sound like this, this |
It’s the H-Town baby and you know what it is |
I’m throwed |
Got a styrofoam cup full o' barre |
I’m throwed |
Four deep in my old school car |
I’m throwed |
Chokin' Cali while I’m bangin' the screwed |
It’s the Ice Man baby and you know what it do |
I’m throwed |
Now with the broads, I’m a sharp shooter like Steve Kerr |
Flash the wrist, cause a glare, fox fur, and flyin' spur |
Undisputed for sure, so I’m collectin' these dimes |
Name and number lil mama cus it’s check out time |
I’m slidin' on glass threes inhalin' the chronic trees |
Pack protection cus playa hatin' spread like STDs |
I’m cool as an ocean breeze |
Like Chester I’m chasing cheese |
I’m stangin' like buzzin' bees |
On South Lee with the G’s |
Screens fall like autumn leaves |
Make the TVs rain |
Take a picture if you please |
Yeah, my wrist is the same |
30 carat diamond chain so ballin' is off the chain |
Mind frame: I’m stackin' change |
I’m so throwed in the game |
When I’m on that beat, I’m a beast, I ain’t never came weak |
Got a mouth full of diamonds you can hardly hear me speak |
Specially when it sound like this, this |
It’s the H-Town baby and you know what it is |
I’m throwed |
Got a styrofoam cup full o' barre |
I’m throwed |
Four deep in my old school car |
I’m throwed |
Chokin' Cali while I’m bangin' the screwed |
It’s the Ice Man baby and you know what it do |
I’m throwed |
Cup full of that purple Sprite |
And I’m searchin' for broads |
Paper stackin' so my money stretch like extension cords |
I’m a widebody rocker and a foreign on choppers |
I’m on the grind stackin' up my mail like the post office |
Movin' at slow pace with T-Ferris my ace |
Cup full of expensive taste |
Open mouth and showcase |
I’m throwed with screens hangin' swangin' breakin' the struts |
We pourin' up in them cups that stuff got me leanin' tough |
Hold up |
I’m caked up so all the boppers attract |
I got 'em like a soccer mile out there runnin' the track |
Pullin' capers makin' paper stacks fly as a dove |
A bread breaker, taste maker, baby |
All of the above |
I’m throwed |
When I’m on that beat, I’m a beast, I ain’t never came weak |
Got a mouth full of diamonds you can hardly hear me speak |
Specially when it sound like dis, dis |
It’s the H-Town baby and you know what it is |
I’m throwed |
Got a styrofoam cup full o' barre |
I’m throwed |
Four deep in my old school car |
I’m throwed |
Chokin' Cali while I’m bangin' the screwed |
It’s the Ice Man baby and you know what it do |
I’m throwed |
Shawty I need to see somebody do that |
That southside one time |
Come on |