| Diamonds pressing up against the woodgrain wheel
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| When you see a pimp shining bitch tell me how you feel (That's right)
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| Diamonds pressing up against the woodgrain wheel
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| When you see a pimp shining bitch tell me how you feel
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| Now who other than Slim Thugga, still tippin on fo’s
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| Wrapped up in gator boe’s closing them candy doe’s
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| Drank poe’d music slow how I roll when I’m flossin'
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| Trunk cracked in the back I’m in my lack big bossin'
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| I got the diamonds pressin' up against the woodgrain wheel
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| When you see a playa' shining bitch tell me how you feel
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| I’m tryin to chill cause pussy niggas ain’t real
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| Gon' make me drop 'em with the hands or pop 'em with the steel
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| I’m the dirty south boss them other suckas is clones
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| Misrepresenting Texas with them weak ass songs
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| Screens showin' trunk glowin' while I flip through the hood
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| Big diamonds, shining, blinding, while I’m grippin my wood
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| I got the.
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| I got the diamonds pressin' up against the woodgrain wheel
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| Butter top dropping on the candy Coupe Deville
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| Cup full of drank man we poppin' pint seals
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| The candy trunk bangin while I drop the fifth wheel
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| Riding so low I got my hand up on the steel
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| Them jackers tryin’a plot I bet the Glock’ll make 'em chill
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| I’m straight up outta Texas yeah the land of the trill
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| When you see a pimp shining bitch tell me how you feel
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| Had to bring back the foe’s made them put away the choppers
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| Got the candy blue shining while I’m swangin on the boppers
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| Keep straight through stop signs fuck if the law stop us
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| Screamin' free Pimp C to the motherfucking coppers
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| I got the.
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| Diamonds |