Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Triump Flow , by - SWISHAHOUSE. Release date: 25.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Triump Flow |
| Hold on Watts |
| We gonna let the house deal with this |
| That’s Right. |
| Swishahouse nigga |
| Ron C |
| Micheal 5000 Watts |
| We fixing to let the whole camp put somethin on you nigga’s mind huh |
| What? |
| Yo. |
| We done balled off in this 2k. |
| Swishahouse back once again, know what I’m |
| talking about? |
| Check it |
| I ride drop stretch STS, while playing chess with David Taylor |
| Pop the trunk it’s the Escalade, take a trip upstairs it’s the escalator |
| Body guard is the big bad vader candy you eat even now or later |
| Cook up my tape serve it up like a waiter |
| Newborns raise the roof in they cradle |
| I. neighbor, but I am a twin |
| Told R Kelly, get the drop benz |
| Get my house cleaned by Mary Poppins |
| When the trunk poppin, the. |
| I drop in |
| Nationwide is how I dig,. |
| and ice is what I drink |
| Wash my face with Versace. |
| 50/50 on the back of my. |
| Chillin with my dogs from the northside |
| . |
| buckles is all I ride |
| From 288 to I-45 |
| M.O.E. |
| til the day I die |
| Fifth wheel say hi, wave bye bye |
| 20's throwed is your only reply |
| . |
| cause I’m bout to be high |
| All I see pimpin me |
| I’m just a G like .AT |
| What it do? |
| What’s the deal? |
| Elbows and fours on a power wheel |
| Plex with me I’m packing steel |
| Like Samuel L Jackson it’s time to kill |
| Swangers like this |
| Show em my piece |
| Drop my top, see a star and make a wish |
| . |
| don’t rap like this |
| Acres homes Texas. |
| Lil Twin. |
| 50/50 Baby |
| Al Bolden |
| Sittin crooked in the drop |
| With my head out the pop |
| I ride on 22 inch fans to cool down my block |
| I sell birds by the flock and buy baguettes by the dozen |
| I done sipped a gallon with my cousin and they ain’t buzzin |
| Northside bitch I love it. |
| And my trunk stay crack |
| And I done stack more cheese than a sour dough jack |
| Jealous niggers get back |
| Cause my nine’s in line |
| I took my. |
| to the shop |
| Yea my niggas like to dine |
| But don’t like to fight |
| I’d rather work the cherry wood like a damn termite! |
| Imma shine cut off the lights so we can blind these hoes |
| My folks called Jenny Jones on me cause I was doggin my vouges |
| So many 0s on my account that Wells Fargo said fuck you |
| And I’m stacking more chips than Mr. |
| Got a bad bitch in Loredo and she cook me alfredo |
| Imma rip up you boy’s chest like a Texas tornado |
| And I bet all them haters thinkin that thats ok though |
| But my chips ain’t made of no. |
| playdo |
| They hot Watts, so put the teflon on they head |
| I hang with real niggers like big tike. |
| and. |
| When I. down the 'stead man then boys can’t fade em |
| On Tuesday ostrich, on Wednesday alligator |
| I’m a hater hater |
| Man hold up! |
| Swishahouse |
| Uh yeah what up what up who is this? |
| This is Ron C, who is this? |
| Uh, man let me talk to big watts |
| Man who is this man? |
| Uh, this is Slim Thug |
| Man this ain’t no mother fucking Slim Thug |
| Uh, Yes it is nigga this me. |
| When I come down I be. |
| nigga this me |
| Man if this is Slim Thug, let me hear you say ha |
| Uuuuh! |
| Man get the fuckin. |
| Hold up! |
| Man don’t hang up! |
| Now guess who’s back wreckin tracks |
| Gettin. |
| platinum plaques |
| On 20's and that big lack |
| Makin that paper stack |
| It’s me, Slim T H U G |
| About to wreck in your CD deck |
| I make hoes give me respect because my mouth piece write fat checks |
| I don’t. |
| I know I’m talk of the line |
| I don’t plex cause I don’t have time |
| I’m trying to grind, tryin to shine |
| Gettin mine from 9 to 9 |
| . |
| Boss Hogg, outlaws |
| Top dog, won’t pause |
| Big boy with big balls |
| . |
| fuck me, fuck ya’ll |
| You hate me? |
| Do somethin! |
| Punk bitch, quit bumpin |
| I’m riding big, trunk thumpin |
| On the block, rock pumpin |
| Me and Ron,. |
| We low pro and blow slow |
| Sippin drank, blowin endo |
| Me and watts still put it down |
| On the North of that H-town |
| . |
| dont clown |
| Keep a smile, not a frown |
| I stay paid, I got it made |
| I live laid in Gucci shades |
| . |
| when it come to braids |
| Never see me with a fade |
| ., on my arm |
| . |
| charm |
| Princess cut up in my mouth |
| I’m holdin it down, down south |
| . |
| top down |
| Pop trunk, whizz around |
| I feel like I gotta shine |
| It’s 2000, double time. |
| Huh |
| Hold up slim. |
| MAN! |
| These boys think we playin with em |
| I done told these boys |
| It’s the year 2000 |
| Swishahouse |
| And we here to stay |
| That’s right |
| It’s Ron C |
| Make sure you pick up this new shit we about to drop on you boys |
| Mr Archie Lee |
| Mr Master |
| Huh? |
| Sabwarfare |
| Lil Mario |
| What? |
| Swishahouse |
| Oh yeah? |
| Really though |
| What it do? |
| Cut that |
| Warfare on the track |
| So you know when the damn thing about to get wack |
| Better borrow off my stack |
| Motherfucker get your mind right |
| This here about to put me in the lime light |
| It’s already been said that I rhyme tight |
| I probably spit a flow that your mom like |
| I’m the bomb right? |
| like a hand grenade |
| Chop boys up like a ginsu blade |
| Tidwell thugs is down to get paid |
| . |
| diamond braids |
| I got it made, like I’m special ed |
| Big body dropped with the infra red |
| 1500 with the. |
| Bout 4 or 5. with the. |
| Yes you did,. |
| house |
| Cover your eyes,. |
| gonna gloss |
| Blinged up wrist piece |
| Hand and mouth |
| Representin the North |
| See I rinse em off, every time I come |
| Lightin up the scene like Vietnam |
| Ya’ll motherfuckers better recognize the Ron |
| OK? |
| Hold up man |
| Know what I’m saying? |
| Big Tike |
| We about to put it down |
| Boss Hogg |
| I done bred my. |
| with that white chalupa dog |
| From taco bell |
| Fifth wheel fell |
| It’s the big tike and I’m all about my. |
| . |
| fuck a coochie |
| I done just pulled me a pidgen toed hoochie |
| Her name is Tracy |
| She works at Macy’s |
| Broke these boys off I got diamonds in my braces |
| Diamonds in my mouth |
| Gold on my teeth |
| I play quarterback like Ryan Leaf |
| Like that boy Randall |
| It’s the Cunningham |
| Three wheel, pop trunk, trunk slam |
| Livin on the street,. |
| Broke these boys off I got Gucci on my feet |
| Fendi on my face |
| Gucci on my waist |
| . |
| I done caught a case |
| I told them what I’m about |
| Broke them boys off with the |
| Man hold up! |
| Big Tike done broke it |
| Paul Wall gonna fix it |
| I can hire Bill Gates as my assistant |
| Might go ballistic |
| Micheal Watts the Don |
| Me and big redd. |
| Starch in my sean jean |
| Me and Al Bolden. |
| ate at Kim Son |
| Watch out here I come |
| I done came, I done went |
| I could go camping with a Versace tent |
| Pocket got Gucci lent |
| Paul Wall run amok |
| I could catch boppers if I drove an ice cream trunk |
| Me and Ron C took a trip to Japan |
| I done put swangers on the 97.9 the box van |
| Got a sista named Anne |
| I’m the Boss Hogg |
| I done got a gold grill for my pet dog |
| Grippin wood log with louise and 54 |
| Me and Chamillion did a song with. |
| Where the sabwar? |
| Imma do a campaign tour with Al Gore |
| Man hold up! |
| . |
| long time man |
| We gonna wreck shop from H-Town all the way to Louisiana. |
| From Louisiana back |
| to California man |
| Know what I’m sayin |
| Ya’ll better watch out |