| Ay I gots ta work my wood grain wheel
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| Trunks steady bumpin, grillz steady comin
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| I takin off down the runway, broad day Sunday
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| Haters lookin at me, I ain’t playin nuttin but gunplay
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| Hand on the grain, while I’m swangin down the oneway
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| Boppas everywhere, I see it’ll be a fun day
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| I might as well stay up all night, 'til it’s Monday
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| My shit will probably end up where my son stay
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| Got baby momma drama, cause the bitch drivin a Hyundai
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| And I got a Rolls, G’s up hoes — still down
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| 'Til I’m down watch me act a damn clown
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| We the cleanest shit around makin muthafuckas frown
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| Flippin through my town, tryin to see what the fucks up
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| Boss City Ballas, bitch niggas get your bucks up
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| I gotta King Ranch, that’ll make you put ya trunks up
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| Lookin like them other boys ran all they luck up
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| Damn 'sho can’t touch us, we them true bosses
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| You know how we do it fool, we them holdin flosses
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| Now I gots ta work my wood grain wheel
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| Hand on the steel, cause them haters on my heels
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| Make me a 'mil and done it before the deal
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| Them other boys lyin, Slim Thugga speak the real
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| Candy paint shinin, 5th wheel reclinin
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| Caddy goin topless, like them dancers at +The Diamond+
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| Boss, yea blindin, everybody lookin
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| And where I’m from, women ain’t the only ones cookin
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| Boys gettin paid, pushin Caddy Escalades
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| Still roll Vogues, used to roll blades
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| ??? |
| braids in the phase, when we reppin for our side (Northside)
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| And you ain’t ridin slabs, if them ain’t swangas on your ride
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| Ready for whatever, if you think Thugga scary
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| I’ll unload the Glock, if it get necessary
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| Been legendary in the streets of the H
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| Cause I stay ridin 4's, puttin candy in your face… mayne
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| This drink got me leanin, I ain’t smoke all day so I’m fienin
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| I’m feelin like I’m livin and I’m livin like I’m dreamin
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| My candy slab gleamin, I pass with a flash
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| Smashin the gas, ??? |
| boyz on glass
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| Swang like I’m bout to crash, then I hook the other way
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| Make my slab sway, down here that’s how we play
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| Ridin down that MLK, chunkin dueces to that Trae (Where you at, Trae?)
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| Niggas on the grind mayne, boys is on they J
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| I got diamons on my collar, shoes say prada
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| Shades say the same, I’mma kill them on them mayne
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| While I’m workin wood grain, I’mma Hogg on the road
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| I make 'em move around, like them laws on they roll
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| Trunk steady hummin, you hear me when I’m comin
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| Beat hittin hard, soundin like a drummer drummin
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| Everyday I stay stuntin, ain’t gon' to stop 'til I’m dead
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| On the Northside we ride blue, not the red |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wood Grain Wheel , by - Slim Thug. Song from the album Throwback Thugga Hits, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп